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understand she could easily end up in the same predicament she’d been in with Mason. As she stepped up beside him, he spoke quietly. “It’s a leap of faith. I understand you’re nervous.”
    “I’m not nervous.” Her heart rate said she was, even if her words did not.
    He smiled. It was a knowing, cool smile, not meant to reassure her, but rather to confirm he wasn’t fooled by her act in the least bit. The subtle smirk his smile turned into sealed the deal, and as her gaze shifted down, she ducked into the car. He rounded to the driver’s side door, climbed in next to her, and pulled into traffic. The drive was utterly silent, and she looked out the window. He assumed she’d rather study the passing city than deal with the stranger beside her, and he wasn’t surprised in the least by it.
    He’d decided not to return the memory of their brief meeting in the corridor of Truman’s building until later. He had no intention of keeping it forever, but he didn’t want her making a scene until he was able to deal with it appropriately. He expected it to be a difficult thing for her to swallow when she realized where and when they’d met. While he wasn’t entirely sure how deep her understanding of exactly what they were was, Brit had also told him she’d made comments suggesting she knew more than the average person by a long shot, and that was a conversation he intended to have with her in private.
    There was a time when Abigail would have been killed for knowing of their existence, regardless of whether she deserved it or not, but that wasn’t their practice now. While they protected their identity fiercely, he wasn’t going to see any harm come to her for things outside her control. Like most things that had happened to her over the past couple years, she simply didn’t deserve it.
    The walk into the building and to his residence was as quiet as the drive. He had no intention of making nice with her yet, and once they finally entered his home, he walked directly to the bedroom with en suite bathroom she would be staying in. “Please make yourself at home. I’ll be in the living room when you’re ready to speak.”
    “You didn’t say I’d be living with you. I assumed I’d at least have my own place.”
    “Did you?” He was mocking her. “Your entire life fits in one small bag, and you assumed I was simply going to give you an apartment?” He studied her for a moment while she postured and tried to look incredulous, but she was out of her element, and her nerves were showing. “We’ll discuss everything in more detail once you’ve had a chance to settle in. I suggest you take a shower. You look like hell, and in case you’ve not noticed, you reek.” He waited for no further response before closing the door and leaving her alone.
    He tried to relax while he waited, but it was difficult. Instead, he threw on an Alexi Murdoch album that his mind more often than not became lost in and moved to the French doors that opened onto his balcony and overlooked the overgrown courtyard behind the building. It was a warm early summer evening, and he preferred to have every window in his residence open this time of year.
    The council building was old, as much of Boston was, but it had been impeccably renovated in a far more contemporary fashion than he preferred. His own residence was far different than most in the building. There were no other apartments on his floor. Rather, his clinic and office were attached to his home. Both were also accessible from the main corridor on the floor.
    He practiced medicine less than he researched and collaborated with fellow doctors in his field. “Field” being the research of infectious and pathogenic disease, most specifically, vampirism. It was a long held belief by a number of other vampire researchers that vampirism itself could potentially be used to cure certain human ailments without fully infecting the patient. It was also a point of interest that curing