“It’s how I got here from the hotel. I followed you,” he announced and opened the passenger door for her.
Holly walked reluctantly to the open door, then paused and turned to peer at him with sudden understanding. “You made the taxi driver let me go into the house.”
“You’re welcome,” he said for an answer and turned to walk around and get into the driver’s side.
“Thank you,” Holly mumbled and slid into the car to watch him dig her keys out of a side pocket of . . . her purse? She hadn’t noticed him grabbing that on the way out. It must be when he’d done it, but she’d been so distracted with her own thoughts she’d apparently missed it.
Holly shrugged and simply waited for him to get in. She had no problem with his driving. If anything, she’d prefer it at that point. She was a bit shaken up by everything at the moment, a fine tremor running through her body, and was happy to leave the driving to him.
“Seat belt.”
Holly glanced over with disbelief when Justin muttered that as he got behind the steering wheel. “Are you serious?”
He peered to her with surprise. “Well, yeah. It’s safer.”
“Safer how? I’m a vampire,” she pointed out. “I can’t die.”
“You’re an immortal, not a vampire. And of course you can die. Everyone can die. Even us,” he assured her.
Holly goggled at him. “Do you even hear yourself? Immortal by definition means never dying.”
“Yes, well, it’s something of a misnomer then,” he muttered, starting the engine. “You can die. You’re just harder to kill . . . and you’ll never age. Or get sick, and you’ll heal from nearly every wound.”
“Then how can we die?” she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.
“Beheading. Or burning. We’re very flammable.”
“Hot stuff,” Holly murmured, unsure where the words came from. It was like a memory, but not . . . just the words echoing in her head. She glanced to Justin, surprised to find him staring at her with an odd expression on his face. “What?”
He hesitated, but then shook his head. “Nothing.”
Holly peered at him silently for a moment, and then leaned her head back. Her stomach was killing her. It had started with a mild gnawing sensation earlier, but now it was like someone had poured acid into her stomach. Or like a million little piranha were eating her alive from the inside out. And the shaky sensation she’d had earlier had turned into full--on tremors. In truth, she felt sick as a dog, but he’d said they didn’t get sick, so Holly supposed this was something else . . . hunger maybe. Despite being away from James, she could still smell the tinny sweetness of blood in her nostrils . . . and she wanted it.
Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply and repeatedly, trying to calm down and rid herself of the sensations attacking her. It didn’t help though; the more she inhaled, the more that remembered tinny scent filled her head. It was like James had followed them into the car and was sitting right beside her.
Surely Justin couldn’t be giving off that scent? Could he? She wondered suddenly. He had said they were still human, so she supposed they still had blood.
Holly felt something shifting in her mouth as she had that thought, and instinctively ran her tongue around her teeth, stiffening when she pricked her tongue on a needle sharp canine. One of the fangs she’d spotted in the bathroom mirror, she thought at once and then tasted the blood in her own mouth. It was a little bit of heaven. Holly found herself sucking at her own tongue, drawing it farther back from her teeth in an effort to draw more blood from it, but apparently the wound had already closed. There was no blood to be had.
She sat still and silent for a moment, but then couldn’t resist deliberately running her tongue across one fang again, this time inflicting a good gash on the sensitive tip. It hurt like the devil, but tasted so good. If anyone had told Holly a month, a week, or even a day ago that she would enjoy and even begin to crave the taste of blood like a drug addict jonesing for heroin, she would have laughed in their face. But right at that moment, as the sweet juice slid over her taste buds and down her throat, it was nectar . . . and she wanted more . . . and if she was still human enough to have blood in her body, then so was Justin.