“Daisy, there’s a room upstairs you can stay in,” Hayden offers, gesturing for us to follow him as we look around.
“Nice place,” Daisy says. “Really big doors…”
Daisy hasn’t seen Hayden’s true Human Form yet. I’m not sure how she’ll react to that. I’m not sure how she’ll react to any of the things I have to tell her.
Upstairs, the bedrooms are even more telling. Each one has been gutted and remodeled, walls removed to create sprawling spaces. The beds are enormous, just like the ones in the last safehouse.
Daisy peeks into a bedroom, raising a brow. “What do you guys do here? Sleep or have massive orgies,” she laughs.
“Daisy!” I squeal.
“Just asking,” Daisy laughs.
“You’re in here,” Hayden says, pointing to a room.
“Oo, I get a big bed too!” she says, gliding into the room.
I lower my voice as I walk up to Hayden. “I guess I should take her downstairs and tell her everything. The longer I wait, the more difficult it will be.”
“It’s your call,” Hayden says, watching as Daisy explores her room.
“I kept one of the vampire fangs,” I sigh. “Maybe that’ll convince her. Otherwise, she may want to have me committed.”
“You’re not going anywhere,” Hayden rumbles, then he turns and walks towards the stairs.
I walk into Daisy’s bedroom, just in time to see her hop on the bed.
“Nice and comfy, even if it looks like a giant orgy bed,” Daisy laughs.
“You wanted a drink, right?” I ask. “Let’s go downstairs and talk.”
“Okay,” Daisy says, bouncing off the bed and landing on her feet.
Daisy follows me downstairs. I’m not sure where Hayden went, but I’m sure he’s close by. There’s a bar set up to the left of the living room, so I walk over to it.
“I’m the bartender!” Daisy chimes. “I’ll make the drinks. What do you want?”
“There should be some wine,” I say, glancing behind the bar. “Yep, white wine for me.”
Daisy makes herself comfortable behind the bar, bounces on her toes for a moment while she examines the selections, and chooses a bottle of wine.
“Hayden must be rich. This is some really expensive wine,” Daisy says.
“Oh, maybe don’t open that one then,” I say hesitantly, but she’s already twisting a corkscrew into it.
Daisy pours me a glass of wine, then she grabs a shaker and starts mixing something with vodka, and a few other ingredients. The drink itself is pink when she pours it over ice.
“Okay, tell me everything,” Daisy says, sipping her drink.
I walk over to the couch and sit down. Daisy sits next to me, pink drink in hand, green eyes sparkling with interest. Her eyes are still bothering me, but if that’s the only side effect she has from being fed on by vampires, then I’ll get used to them.
I reach into my pocket and touch the vampire fang. I don’t know if I’ll need proof, but it’s all I have outside of having Hayden come shift in front of her. Hopefully, that won’t be necessary.
“In all the time you’ve known me, I’ve never pulled the best friend card. Ever. I’m pulling it now. I need you to listen to me without asking a bunch of questions until I finish,” I say, taking a nervous drink of wine. It’s surprisingly good, but it’s hard to enjoy it considering what I need to tell Daisy. “This is going to sound crazy, but I swear it’s all true.”
“I’m listening,” Daisy says, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly.
“Where do I start?” I huff, looking up for a moment. “First, you weren’t just kidnapped. Not exactly. Xander was… Xander was a vampire.”
