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Dante the stare. It was the same cold, vacant look I’d seen in Melcher’s eyes many times. Maybe it was a vampire thing. Maybe it took years to perfect. Years both Giselle and Melcher had on us.
    â€œ Altering his diet could upset his stomach,” Giselle said.
    Dante’s fork scraped against the can right before he shoveled in another forkful. Once the utensil cleared his lips, he pointed the fork at Giselle. “Are you talking about Tommy or yourself?” he asked between chews.
    My nose wrinkled. Glad I wasn’t kissing those lips. I could definitely pass on a Spam   smack.
    â€œI’ll check the truck,” Giselle said , rather than answer ing Dante’s question.
    She headed out the door without a coat or hat, Tommy following her outside.
    Once the door closed, I looked at Dante and rolled my eyes. “Giselle , the dog whisperer.”
    He tossed his empty can of Spam onto the coffee table. “Yeah, right. At least she’s making herself useful.”
    â€œDo you trust her?” I asked.
    â€œTommy trusts her,” Dante said. “Besides, we don’t need her. S he needs us.” He propped one foot then the other on the coffee table.
    â€œWe need her cash,” I said.
    Despite my misgivings, I did like having our own walking, talking ATM. Thanks to Giselle we had food and supplies.
    â€œNah,” Dante said. Stubborn as ever. “We could get by without cash , no problem. If we have to borrow things along the way, that’s just how it goes when you serve the greater good. There are moose and caribou in this area. All I need is a hunting rifle in the winter and a fishing pole in the summe r . I can feed us without spending a dime.” He stretched his legs and leaned back.
    I placed my hands on my hips. “I don’t want you to kill animals.”
    â€œDo you want to survive?” he asked.
    â€œI can survive on blood.”
    Dante pulled his feet from the table. They mad e a thump as they hit the floor. “We’re not blood junkies.”
    Dante stormed over to the stove and snatched the tea kettle off the floor. His feet banged against the floorboards as he approached the front door, yanked it open, and threw the kettle outside. He gave the door a shove, slamming us inside.
    Anger flared in my cheeks. “Feel better?” I asked.
    He stomped his way back to the stove. “I’d feel a lot better if that third vamp got his rotten ass over here so I could kill him and toss him out too.”
    â€œWell, ar en’t you tough,” I said sarcastically.
    Dante straightened. “Tough enough to take down every vamp in the state.”
    My hands pressed into my sides. “I guess we’ll see.”
    â€œYeah, we will.”
    The front door flew open. Giselle stood in the frame, looking between us. “What happened?” she asked.
    â€œIt’s time to establish some ground rules,” Dante said. “No more drinking blood.”
    I crossed my arms over my chest. “Anything else?”
    â€œKill anything that tries to kill you.” He grinned.
    Giselle called Tommy inside. She returned to the duffel bag and set a plastic bowl on the table. The kibble sounded like pebbles hitting the bowl as Giselle poured from a small bag of dog food. She set it on the floor. Tommy hurried over and began eating.
    â€œI will refrain from drinking in your presen ce if it makes you more comfortable,” Giselle said while watching Tommy eat.
    â€œIt would make me more comfortable if you didn’t drink at all,” Dante said.
    Giselle stared at him for several seconds.
    â€œI’m going to bed,” I announced. My arms dropped to my sides as I turned and walked away. I grabbed my green sleeping bag, backpack, and a flashlight from the pile beside the door.
    Dante and Giselle said nothing as I headed into the bedroom.
    It was early for bed. But what else was I going to do? Organize a game of charades?