Camden sat at his desk, locked up in his room away from the sun and everyone else. He'd watched Rayne from the security camera, bolting down the hall to her bedroom. Was she as confused by all of this as he was?
He knew there was a mission, and right now that was the only thing holding them together. He had a promise to fulfill to her grandfather, and she just wanted things to return to normal so she could go back home to Washington where she belonged.
He knew there was something more. He could feel it. Apparently so could Connor. There was some invisible rope tying them all together. This unnatural attraction to her had to mean something. He'd never felt this way about anyone before. He wanted to protect Rayne, to keep her safe and hold and comfort her when she needed it. He'd only met her three days ago, technically, but it felt as though he'd known her forever.
Does she have this effect on all vampires? Is it just Connor and I because of Martin? Did watching her through his eyes create this bond?
He ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled forcefully. "Now you're just sounding weird," he said to himself.
Typing something into the computer, the screen changed to the live feed of Rayne laying on her bed. She stared up at the ceiling and looked just as distraught as he felt. He wanted nothing more than to burst into that room and hold her, tell her everything was going to be ok. They would figure it all out together somehow.
But that wasn't going to happen.
There was no happy ending in sight. Even if they did somehow manage to make things work, then what? He was a vampire, an ageless, immortal thing of the night. Rayne was human. The only options they had were to find a way to work things out, and one day, she eventually would grow old and die. The other was to change her. He wouldn't even consider it without her consent, and even then, he would be hesitant to do so. If he'd had the choice in his human life, he wouldn't have chosen to become what he is now, and didn't expect her to, either. She would have to leave everything behind she had ever known and assume a new life as a new person, or species, rather.
The last option would be to solve this hellish mystery and return to normal as if nothing had ever happened. That was the only logical choice of the three. What a mess.
Sighing again for the thousandth time, he stood and made his way to the door across the room from his desk. It led into a magnificent marble bathroom, decorated in earth-toned greens, browns, and even some dark reds, and passed through to the enormous closet on the other side. He had to get his mind off of her, and he might as well begin preparing for the night.
Staring at the endless rows of clothes, Camden moved to the back corner, where he opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of jeans with frayed patches, but no actual holes. He threw them over his shoulder and moved to another area, this time grabbing a grey button-up, collared shirt. This would do for tonight, along with his black boots and leather jacket.
Heading back into his room, he laid the clothing on the bed and stood looking around the room in thought.
Now to make a game plan.
Rayne's eyes opened slowly, her vision blurred as she squinted against the fairly bright light hanging above the four-post bed. She hadn't even realized that she'd fallen asleep!
She inhaled deeply and pushed herself up onto her elbows, looking around the room. After the "incident" earlier, an hour of self-chastisement and a very long, very necessary phone call to her best friend, she'd laid on the bed and apparently drifted off somewhere around the five o'clock mark. She hadn't intended to sleep, but apparently her body had other ideas.
Brushing away the still damp hair from her face, she looked at the clock. Eight o'clock! Holy crap! I slept for three hours!
She stood and moved to the window. The sun was no longer visible, but its last rays had painted the sky a blended hue of orange, pink, and purple that was slowly fading away to darkness.
Turning from the window, she grabbed her phone. She probably needed to find Camden and see what she needed to do, but she was not looking forward to any awkward interaction with him at all. She felt like something needed to be said to clear the air between them. They were about to go undercover together, and it had to be believable. This was their only lead and possibly only chance to get it right. She needed answers so she could get back to regularity. Their little soiree earlier couldn't get in the way of that. Her fingers danced across the screen of the device.
"Sorry about earlier. I let myself get too carried away. I'll try to control myself better."
Rayne hit the send button and waited nervously for his reply. Within seconds, it came.
"It's ok. I understand. Me too."
She stared at the reply, not sure if she was upset or not. She knew what had to happen, or rather what she couldn't allow to happen, but somewhere deep down inside, she'd almost hoped that he would disagree, or at least try to convince her otherwise. At least then she would have known it wasn't just her feeling this way. She would have even been happy with one of his cocky, smart-aleck remarks.
But that was all she had gotten. Maybe it was better that way.
She sighed to herself and looked at the time. It was eight-thirty. Soon, they would be heading to Madam Laurie's to get some new information, fix the problem, and she could be on a plane back to Washington! She hoped, anyway. The sooner, the better.
She thought about Layla's words of wisdom, if you could call anything coming from Layla's mouth wisdom: "Don't worry about anything else. Just do what you have to do, figure it out, and come home. And, if you happen to sleep with a hottie in the process, just go with it!"
Rayne nodded to herself as if she were actually hearing the words. Layla was right. She was going to do what she had to and get it done. Minus the sleeping with Camden part, of course.
A knock at the door sounded, startling her and pulling her from her thoughts. She braced herself before calling out. "Come in."
Camden slowly opened the door and stepped inside with a neatly folded pile of clothes. His blue eyes met hers for a brief second, his gaze laced with something that she couldn't pick out. "These should fit. I had Connor run to the store to pick them up."
She nodded and moved to take them from him. "Thank you." She wouldn't look at him, keeping her eyes trained on the cream-colored carpet. When he didn't leave, she risked a glance up at him.
Camden gave her a reassuring smile that seemed to melt her heart. She knew that she was never mad at him, more like disappointed with herself.
He stepped forward and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry about earlier. It was my fault and I shouldn't have..." he paused for a moment. "I shouldn't have initiated things."
She smiled, suddenly not feeling quite as awkward. "It's not all your fault. I didn't exactly stop you."
Camden laughed and pulled her in for a quick hug, his signature smirk in place. "I'll try not to be so damn sexy around you."
She laughed and tried to hide her nervous blush. "Jerk."
His smile widened and he turned for the door. "I know." He disappeared into the hallway, and she shut the door behind him.
Staring at the stack of clothes in her hand, her eyes widened as she realized what she was holding. "Oh no."
Camden sat in his office downstairs, staring at the computer screen, but not really seeing what was displayed. He'd already dressed in his gray shirt, jeans, and boots, and was waiting on Rayne to finish getting ready. He was anxious to see her in the new clothes. Not that he thought she needed new clothes, but these were... different.
The door opened slightly, and Connor slid inside, taking a seat across the desk from Camden. "Here's the photo of the target Paul sent." His deep voice rumbled as he held out a small wallet-size picture to Camden.
"Paul said he was going to be there tonight in case he was needed. Thought he could be a distraction. If this guy is interested in watching him, maybe he won't pay much attention to anyone else."
Camden nodded and studied the picture. The guy was very thinly built, almost scrawny looking. He had blonde hair that was cut short, and his cheeks seemed somewhat sunken in. He didn't look familiar at all.
He placed the picture in his pocket and looked to his dark-skinned counterpart. "You sure you can handle things here?"
Connor smiled, showing bright white teeth against his ebony skin. "Come on boss, I'm the best guy you've got. Of course I can handle it."
A reluctant smile appeared on Camden's face. He was right. Connor was his best security officer. He trusted him with his life, not to mention that they'd become close friends over the last few years. He knew that things would be fine in his hands.
There was a moment of silence as Connor watched him. It was obvious that something was bothering Camden. He wouldn't voice it, but he felt as though he had a slight inkling as to what it was.
"So, what's the game plan?" Connor asked, hoping that a tactical conversation would give his companion's mind something else to think about.
Camden shrugged. "Well, as bad as it sounds, right now, we're just going to wing it." Elbows on the chair arms, he clasped his hands in his lap nonchalantly. "We don't even know for sure if he's going to be there tonight. We'll just feel out the situation and try to gather some info. Hopefully, all goes smoothly with no hang-ups."
Conner nodded and opened his mouth to say something but was stopped by his phone ringing. He removed the device and held up a hand, signaling that it would only be a moment.
Camden waved him off and received a nod in return as the large vampire left the room. Alone again, he sighed and rubbed his temples. There was no use. Anything he tried to do or focus on was pointless. Rayne kept invading his thoughts.
He'd only thought he'd had it bad before. Now that he'd gotten a small taste of her, it was nearly unbearable. Everything he did, his mind connected it to her. Putting on clothes, he thought about taking hers off, applying styling product to his hair, he thought of fisting his hand in hers, brushing his teeth, he thought about the feel of her tongue inside his mouth. It didn't matter what it was, it all came back to her.
He didn't know how to get her out of his system. He couldn't just sleep with her and be done; he actually cared about her. He was in the process of racking his brain when his text message alert sounded.
"I'm ready."
Camden inhaled deeply and forcefully blew it out, preparing himself for what he was about to see. Hopefully, it was what the night called for. He stood and left his office, unease settling in the pit of his stomach.
Rayne stood on the stairs, just a few steps from the bottom, twisting her hands nervously. Her palms were sweating and her heart felt as though it were beating a thousand miles a minute. A nervous, anxious feeling coiled in the pit of her stomach, and she was having second thoughts about it.
The black halter top was more revealing than anything she'd ever worn before, and she'd certainly never worn leather anything, much less leather pants... ever. The only thing she actually felt comfortable in were the black boots. Those, she loved. She never in a million years would have picked this outfit for herself. It was too tight and uncomfortable.
But it does look good.
She wasn't able to deny that. Connor really had an eye for what looked good on certain body types. The outfit accented all the right places. Paired with her loosely curled hair and smoky eye makeup, she honestly could say that she felt sexy regardless of what anyone else thought.
She heard a commotion from the parlor area and held her breath. Here it is. The moment of truth.
Camden entered the foyer with is head down, straightening his own clothes. He'd nearly made it to stairs when Rayne cleared her throat and stopped him in his tracks.
His head popped up and his eyes widened as he stared. He was pretty sure that his heart stopped beating at some point.
"Well?" she asked, holding out her arms.
He couldn't form words. Hell, he couldn't even form a coherent thought. All he could do was stare, mouth open, and try to remember how to breathe.
Her eyebrows raised.
He shook his head and smiled, fumbling over his words. "Great...you're great...I mean you..." He finally stopped and collected himself. "You look great," he finally managed to get out.
That was an understatement. The way the clothes hugged her perfect body, her auburn hair cascading over her shoulders and framing her face, it was too much. She looked absolutely amazing. His mouth was suddenly dry.
What was the matter with him? He'd never been so shaken by anyone.
Rayne crinkled her nose and descended the last few steps. "That bad, huh?"
Camden shook his head. "No! Not bad at all." He pressed his lips into a thin line and removed his jacket. "Here, put this on."
She gave him a skeptical look. "You don't like it."
He laughed and helped her put it on. "Oh, quite the opposite."
Rayne slipped her arm into the sleeve and turned to look at him. "Then what is it?"
He opened the front door for her to step out and followed. "I'm just wondering how I'm going to keep everyone else off of you," he whispered in her ear as he stepped around her and led the way to his Challenger parked in the driveway.
She blushed. She could feel the pink tinge her cheeks, and she tried to hide her face from him as she climbed through the door he held open. For two people who both thought they were a bad idea together, they were both struggling with the close proximity to each other.
Camden climbed into the driver's seat, started the car, and pulled out of the driveway. The first few minutes were spent in silence as neither of them knew what to say to stop the awkwardness.
"So, what's the plan?" Rayne finally asked. She nervously played with a loose curl and bit her lower lip.
Camden shrugged. "There really isn't one. We're just going to take a look."
She nodded.
"But whatever happens," he said, cutting a sideways glance at her, "stay beside me."
"Ok," she said quietly and fought the urge to roll her eyes. That was the whole reason she was going, so he could keep an eye on her and protect her. What else would she do?
The awkward silence between them returned, and Rayne found herself shifting uncomfortably in her seat. Sexy or not, the clothes were definitely not worth the hot, clingy feeling.
She tried to keep her mind off the clothing and the vampire sitting in the seat next to her. Watching the scenery fly by, just barely visible in the darkness, was helping, but didn't completely do the job.
The twenty-five-minute ride into the heart of Alexandria seemed as though it took forever. Finally, they pulled into the parking lot of a large brick building that looked as though it was in need of a good remodeling. There was a single neon sign swinging in the gentle breeze above a heavy metal door: "Madam Laurie's."
Camden unbuckled his seat belt and turned to look at her. "You ready?"
She sighed and nodded. "As I'll ever be."
He smiled. "Are you nervous?"
An awkward laugh escaped her mouth. "Me, nervous? I mean, we're just going into a bar where vampires come to feed, right? Why would I ever be nervous?" Sarcasm dripped from her words.
Camden rolled his eyes and left the driver's seat of the car. He came around to her and opened the door. "Just remember to stay by me," he said quietly as she stood and anxiously pulled on her clothing.
She nodded. "Trust me. That is not going to be a problem."
He grabbed her hand and led her toward the door. She liked the way her hand felt in his, the tingling sensation traveling all the way up her arm. She could feel the familiar blush creep to her cheeks.
They made it to the entrance, and Rayne found herself holding her breath as he easily swung the large door open, and the sound of music bombarded her senses. The inside was not what she had expected. It was rather bright and loud, not the dark, dungeon-like atmosphere that she'd imagined. People were milling about everywhere, and a few she could tell were vampires by the white fangs peeking out at the corners of their mouths. Others were not so obvious.
The dance floor was straight ahead, with multicolored lights moving this way and that. Just on the other side of that was an area of metal tables and chairs, nearly all of them occupied. On the far side of the room was a long bar, extending across the entire the back wall.
Camden had been right when he said the dress code was a little risqué. Hers was, by far, more conservative than the rest. She suddenly felt out of place with his jacket on, and let go of his hand to shrug it off.
He glanced at her and furrowed his brows in what she could only guess was aggravation. She shrugged, gave him an innocent look, and handed him the coat.
Why was he angry? It wasn't as if she was doing it to get attention from others. Quite the contrary. She was doing it to blend in a little more.
As he led her across the room to the bar, Rayne couldn't help but notice the many pairs of eyes that seemed to follow her. Some glanced subtly, but others downright gaped. She could have sworn she'd even seen someone, obviously a vampire, sniff her as she walked by.
At the back of the room, Camden whispered something to the bartender, received a nod in reply, and turned his attention back to her.
"Are all of these vampires?" she whispered.
He glanced around the room. "Not all, but most."
She shook her head. "I would have never thought there were so many."
Camden laughed. "There are far more than this. Vampires are everywhere, on every continent and in every major city you can think of."
Rayne was in awe. Just a few days ago she'd learned of their existence, and now here she was standing in a room full of them. If someone had told her a week ago that this is where she would be, she would have laughed in his face, called the nearest insane asylum, and had him committed. This is unbelievable.
Camden kept his head on a swivel, searching faces and watching movement all around them.
Rayne was too busy just taking it all in.
They were soon interrupted by the bartender returning with two glasses in hand. Camden took one for himself, the liquid inside a deep crimson. It would have looked like a red wine if she hadn't known any better. Unfortunately, she did. He handed the other to her, the one filled with water.
She took a sip and continued to people watch. If only Layla could see this!
"Camden!" They both heard it and turned in the direction of the end of the bar.
A tall, black-haired woman approached. She was busty up top, and her black corset pushed her breasts nearly up to her chin. She flashed a stunning smile as she neared.
Camden rolled his eyes. "Great."
He hadn't even gotten a glimpse of Paul or the suspect yet, and he was going to have to deal with Laurie.
"Hi there, stranger," she said, and wrapped her arms around his neck. He patted her on the back in as friendly a way as he could muster, and quickly pulled away before she was able to press her mouth to his.
Rayne watched in awkward silence, not sure what to do or say. She glanced around apprehensively.
Laurie turned and locked dark brown eyes with Rayne. Her smile faltered for a split second and Rayne could have sworn she saw her pupils dilate fully before returning to normal. Recovering quickly, she thrusted her chin in the air and gave Camden an almost disgusted look. "This one's with you?" she asked.
Camden nodded. "This is Rayne. Rayne, this is Laurie."
When Laurie turned back to her, she was able to see that she wasn't just a woman, she was a vampire as well.
"Laurie as in Madame Laurie?" Rayne asked.
The woman pressed her lips into a thin line. "One and the same," she said coldly.
Rayne nodded. "It's very nice to meet you. This is a very nice club you have."
Laurie gave an evil laugh and leaned in closer to her. "Honey, it's anything but nice. If you can talk this one into letting you go for a moment, I'll show you." She licked her lips seductively.
Rayne took a step back from the unappealing proposition.
Camden wrapped his arm around her and pulled her against his side. "She's not interested."
Laurie raised her eyebrows before turning to saunter off into the crowd. "Suit yourself."
Camden watched her retreating figure disappear.
"What was that all about?" she asked, looking up at him.
He sighed. "Laurie and I had a thing a while back. It didn't work out, and she hasn't let it go since." He looked down at her, his eyes a little more blue than normal. "Hence the reason I don't come here very often anymore."
Rayne nodded. She would never admit to him that she was actually a little jealous. It had almost hurt to see the woman and imagine what had transpired between them. If he had someone who looked like that and didn't keep her, she would never have a chance.
"There he is," he whispered into her ear.
She followed his gaze to the end of the bar and noticed a blonde-haired man sitting in a stool and sipping a drink that matched Camden's. A few seats down, was another, much smaller blonde man. He sat sipping his drink as well, but his eyes never left the first.
"The big one is Paul," he said, glancing around the room. "The other is who we are here to watch."
Rayne nodded. At least their trip here wasn't a wasted one. They had eyes on him and could get a better idea of his demeanor.
"Come on," Camden said quietly, and led her down the bar toward the two men.
He sat her in a stool midway between the two and turned her back to the bar so he could stand between her legs.
Rayne's eyes widened as he leaned closer, his cocky smirk in place. "Just go with it," he whispered, and snaked his arm around her waist to pull her flush against him. He let his nose trail along her jawline, his breath sending shivers down her spine as it hit her ear.
"We just have to blend in." He whispered.
He would never admit that he had his own personal motives. After seeing the way all eyes had trailed her every move and the way Laurie had looked at her, he felt the urge to let the rest of the room know that she was with him. He knew it was likely a bad idea. Distraction or not, he shouldn't allow himself to get so close to this temptation.
Rayne's breath hitched in her throat and her heart felt as though it might rupture. She was afraid to move, to blink, to think of anything other than how close he was and how much she enjoyed it.
Swallowing past the massive lump in her throat, she turned her face toward his cheek. "I think you're using me as a diversion just for the fun of it," she said breathily.
"And if I am?" he asked.
She couldn't see his mouth, but she could hear the smile in his voice. Shaking her head, she couldn't fight her own smile that pulled at the corners of her lips.
"Then I would call you a jerk."
He pulled away slightly to look into her bright green eyes. They darted toward the target of interest then back to her.
Rayne wanted to glance in his direction as well but didn't want to call attention to them. So she settled for slowly wrapping her arms his torso.
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Now who's being a jerk?" He raised a brow at her.
She shrugged innocently. "Just making it believable."
Lowered voices from a chair or two down froze them both. Neither wanted to look in that direction for fear of being discovered. They listened closely, both straining their ears to hear any of the conversation.
It was easy to tell that the voice was a woman's, but neither of them could get a look.
Suddenly, Rayne turned her chair so that her back was to them, pulling Camden so that he stayed pressed against her front, but was now facing the new vampire and his female companion. She bit her lower lip out of nervousness and brought a hand up to caress his jaw gently. The stubble of his five-o'clock shadow tickled her palm as she steered his face toward hers.
Her intention was to maneuver them so that Camden had a clear line of sight to their targets, but if she was going to go against every piece of common sense she possessed, she might as well enjoy it. She gave him a mischievous smirk and pulled him closer, suddenly feeling a little more playful than before. "Just go with it," she whispered, just before their lips touched.
She turned her head slightly to the side so that Camden could look over her shoulder.
Surprised at first, he quickly caught on to what Rayne was doing and his eyes darted to the slender frame of the woman. It was obvious that she was a vampire as well. Her long brown hair nearly reached her waist as she leaned in to whisper something in the other's ear. He was sure that he distinctly heard the word "Christophe," but the rest was undecipherable.
Christophe? Was that his name? Was that the name of the one they took orders from?
His thoughts were cut short when he felt Rayne's tongue gliding along his lower lip. He smiled against her and opened to allow her entrance. Her tongue darted inside his mouth, tangling with his own as his arm tightened around her waist.
He pulled away and smiled down at her blushing cheeks.
She smirked. "Hate the game, not the player," she whispered back.
He laughed and leaned in for another heated kiss. Her arm snaked around his neck, and she nipped playfully at his lip. "This is just payback," she mumbled against him.
"Lesson learned," he replied.
When he glanced back to the two at the end of the bar, "Christophe," as he was going to call him, was alone again, and his eyes stared a hole into Paul. Who was he? What did he have against Paul? What did he know and how? His mind rambled through the questions.
Rayne looked over Camden's shoulder at the one he'd pointed out as Paul. He sat in his same spot, still sipping his drink. He didn't look in her direction, but his head was down, and a smile was plastered on his face. She was sure she'd even noticed him laughing.
Without warning, Camden broke the kiss and looked down at her. "He's gone. Looks like he left out the back."
She nodded and tried to slow her breathing and her racing heart. She needed a moment to gather herself. "I need the restroom," she said quietly.
Camden narrowed his eyes. "I'll go with you."
Rayne hopped down from the stool and placed her hand against his solid chest. "I'm capable of going to the bathroom by myself. Besides, the one we were worried about is gone."
She really wasn't worried, and she needed a moment without Camden.
He stared at her, his jaw twitching. Reluctantly, he nodded in the direction of a hallway just past the bar.
"I'll be right here. Don't talk to anyone. If you see someone suspicious, get out."
She rolled her eyes. "Yes sir," she said sarcastically.
"I'm serious," he warned.
She nodded and straightened her clothes before heading in the direction of the hall. One of the fluorescent lights had gone out and left the corridor slightly darker than it should have been, giving it an eerie feel. It held five doors total, two on each side, and one at the very end.
Rayne approached the first set, relieved to see the female restroom sign. She tried the handle, but it was locked. Crossing her arms over her chest, she leaned against the wall and waited.
This is so messed up.
She knew that it was wrong and a bad idea, but every time the opportunity to get a little closer to Camden presented itself, she couldn't resist. As much as she tried to fight it, she just couldn't.
A noise from the door at the end of the hall startled her. It sounded almost like a moan, but she wasn't sure that she had actually heard it. Eyeing the door suspiciously, she waited for the bathroom to come open.
Seconds later, she heard it again, and this time, she was sure. Creeping closer, she listened intently. Again, the moaning sound came, this time accompanied by a soft thud and rustling noises.
Rayne neared the door and noticed there was a deadbolt near the top, and a padlock was hanging open on the hinge. The moan grew louder. The only thought that came to mind was someone was injured.
Removing the lock, she unbolted the heavy metal door, but paused before she attempted to open it. She stared at the silver surface and listened intently but heard nothing else. She turned her head and pressed her ear against the cold metal. At first, there was nothing, but after a few short seconds, she heard it again.
She pushed away and struggled to pull it open enough to look inside. It was completely dark, not a trace of light to be seen. She could tell that it opened up at the top of a platform with stairs descending straight ahead. A horrible rotting smell hit her in the face and made her stomach churn.
"Ugh. What is that?" she asked herself out loud and used her arm to cover her nose. Must be some type of basement.
She squeezed through the crack and took a few steps inside, the only light coming through the gap.
The moaning sounds were louder, and this time she could tell there was more than just one of whatever was causing it.
"Hello?"
No answer. She took a few more steps and again called out. "Anyone there?"
Suddenly, the wooden platform began to shake as if someone were running up the stairs. Her eyes widened and she began backing toward the door. Her back hit the cold metal at the same time the source of the moaning reached the narrow beam of light shining through the door.
It was a man. Rather, it was the corpse of a man. His face and body were distorted, with pieces missing here and there, and dried blood splattered his face and clothing along with some other fluids she could only imagine the origin of. Part of his jaw was missing, and it looked as though one eye was dangling from its socket.
She watched in horror as he stumbled toward her. She opened her mouth to scream but was jerked through the opening in the door as a hand covered her mouth. She struggled against the strong arms as her captor used a free hand to shut the door and lock it.
"Shh. It's just me," Camden's deep, soothing voice came.
Rayne somehow managed to rip his hand away from her mouth and backed farther away from the door. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. "Are you kidding me?!" she nearly yelled.
Camden locked the deadbolt and turned to her.
"That was a zombie!"
Camden held up his hands to calm her, but his eyes were angry. "I told you to go straight to the bathroom and come back," he said sternly.
She was in shock. There was no way that it was possible that she'd just seen a zombie, a moving, rotting corpse. She glared at him, her expression wide-eyed and angry in return. "There's a zombie on the other side of that door, and you're mad at me?" she asked incredulously.
"It's not a zombie."
She shook her head. "Are you blind? Then what the hell is it?!"
He tried to quiet her down. "Let me get you out of here and I'll explain."
She shook her head. "Vampires, zombies... What else is real that the world doesn't know about?" She was furious. How could he possibly be mad at her when she was just nearly attacked by a dead guy?
Camden grabbed her hand and led her down the hall and out to his car. He had a lot of explaining to do.