Dave stared at us. “What’s been going on that you have a vampire and a ghoul raising the dead for you?”
I clutched his other hand. “Come with us and we’ll tell you all of it. You’ll be all right, I promise you. You used to trust me before; please, please trust me now.”
He sat where he was, silently staring at the headstone and the faces close to him. At last a wry smile twisted his lips.
“This is the weirdest thing of all. I feel fine. My mind’s cotton candy, but for a dead man, I feel pretty goddamn great. Are we in a cemetery?”
At my nod, he slowly stood up. “I hate cemeteries. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
I threw my arms around him and the tears fell again, but this time, I smiled through them.
“I’ll be right behind you.”
Juan led him out of the tent. Wordlessly, Don clapped a hand on his back, his own gaze shiny as they walked away. Bones still sat on the ground by Rodney.
I flung myself on him so hard it flattened him, heedless of the blood soaking him. With all my joy I kissed him, and when I finally pulled back, he smiled.
“You’re welcome.”
“Ahem.” Rodney grinned. “I helped, too, remember?”
I gave him a fervent lip-lock of gratitude that had Bones snatching me back with a snort of amusement.
“That’s thanks enough, luv. You won’t be able to get rid of him if you keep it up.”
“You look awful, Bones. God, is it always that brutal?”
Rodney answered the question. “No, not normally. Just about a pint usually does the trick, but your boy was cold for a long time. Frankly, I didn’t think it would work. You’re lucky Bones is strong.”
“I am lucky,” I agreed, but not only for that reason.
“Hey Crypt Keeper.”
It was Tate, and he had a resolute look to his face.
“I keep my word, so I’m here to say I’m sorry for saying you were full of shit, and in this case, I’m fucking thrilled to be wrong. Since vampires are more about actions than words, though, you can have a swig at my expense. You look like shit. Anybody ever told you you’re too pale?”
Bones laughed. “Once or twice, and since I’m knackered, I’ll take you up on your offer.”
He rose to his feet and Tate tilted his head. “Don’t kiss me first,” he snidely remarked.
Bones didn’t reply to that, but just sank his teeth into him. A minute later, his blond head lifted.
“Apology accepted. Kitten, we don’t want to keep your friend waiting. He has a lot to learn. Rodney, your assistance was greatly appreciated, but I know you want to go. I’ll ring you in a few days.”
I gave the ghoul a last hug before he disappeared into the night. Bones walked with his arm around me while Tate kept pace at my side.
“We still have to deal with my mother,” I said.
“Indeed, yes. Can’t have her trying to kill me all the time, can we? But don’t fret. She won’t be any harder to manage than raising the dead.”
“Don’t be so sure.” But even my mother couldn’t dampen my mood. Not with the empty grave behind me, and its former occupant waiting ahead of us by the car.