He smiled. “Yeah, I bet. But I've been here helping out with the farm since I last saw you. Grandpa has plenty of help for harvest, so I'll probably finish my senior year at the U this fall. I miss the Cities.”
“I bet dorm living isn't your cup of crossbow, either.”
He laughed and looked about sixteen instead of twenty. “After the shit I've seen? And done? I'd probably strangle my roommate before orientation was over.”
“Well, we've got plenty of room at the mansion. You're welcome to crash there until you find a place of your own.”
He just looked at me. Now it was my turn to shift uncomfortably. “Look,” I continued, “I'm not saying it wouldn't be awkward or anything—”
“Awkward?”
“—but bottom line, we fucked you over, and that was wrong. And I let them do it because I've got responsibilities that I didn't have when I was alive. That doesn't make it right. We owe you one. A big one. You can live with us as long as you like.”
“I'm sure Sinclair and Tina would love that.”
“They owe you a big one, too.”
He chuckled and helped himself to a swig of my tea. “Argh! There's less sugar in a Coke. You'd really let me stay with you.”
“Sure. Hey, it'd be a pleasant change for me to invite a guest to move in. Usually they just. . . move in.”
“How do you know I'm not lying? Maybe I got the drop on Sinclair and Tina and threw your dad down the stairs—I'm sorry about your folks, by the way.”
“Thanks, but Tina's alive and well, and my dad died in a car accident.”
“Maybe I'm just a really really good actor.”
“Well. That's why I didn't call. I wanted to talk to you in person. Watch your face. Your eyes.”
He swallowed hard. “Oh.”
“You're slick, Delk, but I'm the vampire queen.”
He fiddled with the yellow tablecloth for a moment, trying not to stare at me. “I think that's the first time I've heard you refer to yourself that way.”
'Yeah, well, it's been a super fun week. And by 'super fun' I mean 'horrible and endless.''
“Well,” he said with the air of a person who had suddenly made up his mind, “I don't know about staying with you. But I'll come back with you and help.”
Part of me leapt at the idea. And part of me wanted to cover my eyes and groan. I had figured this meeting would go one of three ways.
One: Delk would throw things, aim weapons at my head, chase me away like I was a rabid coyote. Two: Delk would instantly let bygones be bygones and offer to come back and help (more on that in a minute). Three: some weird combination of one and two.
Once again, I was madly tempted to take him up on his offer, and once again, I wasn't going to allow myself the luxury. For one thing, I had no idea what was going on or how dangerous things could get. Delk, although adept at killing vampires with the Blade Warriors backing him up, was still little more than a kid. For another, it was no secret to me that Delk had a bit of a crush. Leading him on wasn't an option.
Finally, I didn't drive all the way out here to drag him into my troubles. After what we'd done to him, he didn't owe us a thing.
“After what we did to you, you don't owe us a thing.”
“I wasn't thinking 'we' and 'us.' I just want to help you out.”
“Touching, yet mildly creepy. Nothing's changed, Delk. Once I track Sinclair down, I'm still marrying his sorry ass.”
“And the rest of him as well, presumably. Look, Betsy, I—I've missed you. And I consider us even.”
“Oh. Even as in, 'Hey, you mind fucked me, but then I shot you in the chest, so let's start fresh' even?”
“Anything sounds bad,” he teased, “when you put it that way.”
“You're sweet,” I said, and I meant it. Once upon a time, I'd thought Delk's crush was cute. Now it just made me tired. I made a mental note: once I'd fixed the current disaster, however it shook out, I was going to fix Delk up with someone nice.
Laura?
No, no.
Hmmm.
“—no trouble to come back to the Cities with you.”
“You're sweet,” I said again, “but it's my mess to clean up, not yours. But think about what I said. About this fall.” I drained my tea and finished. “Now, if I expect to make some time before the sun comes up, I'd better book. Sorry to barge in on you like this.”
“Wait, wait.” Delk grabbed a Post-?It and scribbled on it, then stuck it to my arm. “That's my cell. Call me and I can be in the Cities in less than a day.”
“Thanks,” I said, not mentioning that Tina had extensive files on various ways to track him down. I pulled it off my arm and stuck it in my pocket. “I'll treasure it always.”
“Say hi to Jessica and Marc for me.”
“Sure. Thanks for not staking me the minute I knocked on your door.”
“Aww. You're too cute to stake.”
All of a sudden I was in a big hurry to leave. I was afraid I'd weaken and tell him to come back with me—I was so tired of being by myself. And I felt guilty about his crush. He'd forgiven me pretty quickly for what I still considered to be an unforgivable act. Was that my fault? I'd never led him on deliberately. I didn't think.
“Want to hear something funny?” he asked, getting up to walk me to the door.
“Absolutely.”
“I wrote the publishing house. The one that's publishing Undead and Unwed? I pretended to be a reviewer, and they sent me an ARC.”
“ARC?”
“Advanced reader's copy. Of my book. It's kind of cute. It's told in first person. You know—you're telling your own story.”
Suddenly the front door was about a hundred miles away. Guilt was washing over me like a tsunami. “Oh?” I managed, trying not to gallop the rest of the way to the door.
“Yeah.”
“Delk, I'm—”
“I know.” He looked at me thoughtfully. I tried not to look at his nipples. “I guess if you're going to be the queen, you have to be the queen.”
Whatever that meant. “Yep, that's about right.”
“But I hope you'll remember that you were human first, and for a lot longer.”
“I try to.” Finally, a pure truth. “Every day, I try to. It's sort of what drives the other vampires batshit.”
He grinned. “Well then! An even better reason to keep it up.”
“Thanks for the tea.”
“Thanks for having the courtesy to come and see me yourself.”
He held the door open for me. We stood there, fairly awkwardly, while I tried to think of something to say. I didn't dare kiss him, not even a buss on the cheek. Shaking hands seemed kind of overly formal, given all we had been through. Not doing anything at all would be rude.
“Fuck it,” I said, and grabbed him and gave him a resounding kiss on each cheek, real smackers. “There. Bye.”
“Hey, if it turns out Sinclair is dead—”
“Stop.”
“Too soon for jokes?”
“Just a bit.” I started down the steps. “Behave yourself. Maybe I'll see you in September.”
“More like probably,” he said cheerfully. He let the porch door slam behind him and leaned on the railing. “It'd be worth it just to irritate the piss out of your runaway groom.”
