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here. I’ll be back in less than half an hour.”
    He walked over to me and kissed the top of my head before continuing on, fading with each step until after the fourth step he was gone.
    I rested my head on my knees and dozed.
    The blood, Helena, it’s always to do with the blood.
    I woke up with a start.
    Oh, god, the blood. Satan’s blood! What if it was killing me, only slowly? Danny didn’t know I’d drunk his blood. It was a minor detail I’d forgotten to mention, but he did know I’d stabbed myself with a dagger coated in Satan’s blood — he was there after all.
    “What time is it?”
    Numbers flared in front of me. Danny had been gone for twenty minutes. I waved the numbers away and tapped my legs restlessly. I picked at a loose thread on the hem of my jeans and somehow managed to split the leg up the side to my knee.
    “Oh, fix yourself, you stupid jeans,” I mumbled.
    I heard laughter behind me. Danny had returned to the sound of me splitting my jeans and then fixing them. He had with him two bound and gagged vampires. It seemed my dinner was not to put up a struggle or upset me with their foul language.
    Where’s the fun in that? I thought.
    “Thanks,” I said.
    I put my hands on the ground to push myself up. Danny placed a hand firmly on my shoulder preventing me from standing. I gave him a look that said I wasn’t an invalid.
    “Sit,” he said. “Your meal will come down to your level.”
    I sniffed both vamps and didn’t recognise either scent.
    “How did you know I hadn’t met these ones?” I asked.
    “I didn’t,” Danny said, crouching down beside me. “Call it a lucky guess. Well, what are you waiting for? You don’t need to say grace.”
    Danny pushed the first vamp to my side, so its neck was level with my face. I leaned on him as my lips brushed his neck. This one didn’t taste too bad, not quite the honey I was used to, but not vinegar.
    “I told you I could pick them,” Danny said smugly. “You must be going through a phase or something.”
    As I drank from the second vamp Danny asked me if I wanted more. I nodded. He ran his fingers through my hair as a parting gesture, then took off to find more food for me.
    The cavern started spinning within minutes of my finishing the second vamp. Maybe I had some sort of inner ear problem. I’d heard that sort of thing could make you really dizzy and affect your balance. At least my stomach was calm. That had to be a good sign.
    Danny returned with another two vampires. When they were dry I decided I’d had enough for one day. Why tempt fate by gorging?
    “Take my hand,” I said.
    I held out my hand to Danny and as he took it my world spun and everything went blank.
    “Helena,” a voice called through the fog.
    “Danny?”
    “Helena, I’m going to take you to Michael. You need help.”
    “No,” I mumbled. “I don’t want to go.”
    “Helena, I don’t know what’s wrong with you.”
    “Bucket,” I whispered.
    Danny held the bucket under my face with one hand and held back my hair with the other. The roiling and heaving started again.
    Why? I moaned inwardly. Those vampires didn’t taste too bad. Why am I so sick?
    Hours later — it felt like hours — when the heaving had stopped, I’d showered and was back in bed. Resting in Danny’s arms, I cried.
    “I think I’m dying, Danny,” I sobbed.
    He rubbed my arms. “What makes you think that?”
    I sighed. “I didn’t tell you everything.”
    He kissed the top of my head. “What do you mean?”
    “I didn’t tell you exactly how I got Satan’s blood.”
    “And you think that may have some bearing on what’s happening to you now?”
    “Yes.”
    He clasped my hands in his. “Out with it then.”
    I took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm my heart.
    “I had to drink it.”
    Danny’s arm tightened around me. “ You did what? ”
    “I drank it. I only tasted a small amount,” I added quickly. “The rest I transported to the La’miere hotel, to