“Why would anyone—”
“Just list them off,” I grumble, wondering if a second attempt at running him through with a sword would be worth it. “Favorite food?”
“I am avampire.”
“Right, right, okay, we’ll avoid that.” I roll my eyes. “Color?”
“Would it be too bold to say the color of your eyes?” he croons, and I close them tightly at the slimy pickup line.
“What color are they?” I ask.
Silence.
“Green.” His response is confident and so very—
“Wrong.” I frown, still keeping my eyes shut tight.
“Blue.”
“Seriously?”
“Heather,” he pleads, clearly getting sick of this little exercise.
“Favorite color …now.”
“Red.”
Cliché, but again, I’ll take it.
“Perhaps we leave it all blank.” He shakes his head. “We could be exact opposites and still find kinship.”
“It’s something real…”
“Which means?”
“It’s a start.” I shrug. Honestly, the thing I hadn’t considered when I suggested this hare-brained plan is that I’ve always been terrible at online dating—and dating in general. Most people I met were at industry events or set up by friends. I’ve swiped left more than I’ve swiped right. Even still, if Magnus will just listen to me, he’ll have a date in no time, and I’ll be free.
“I do not see why personal details will matter,” he says. “Keep it as is.”
“But it says nothing about you!” I shout. We are going in circles—again.
“I assure you, it says all anyone will care about,” he repeats. Ugh, Isodo not have it in me to give this guy a pep talk. Still, I look into his eerie purple eyes and try to level with him, careful not to pull any punches.
“Okay, clearly that’s not true. You’ve reminded mehowmany times, and I literally do not care, and neither will any other mortal. This is a casual reminder that they don’t know vampiresexist.”
“That is … a point I had not considered.” He slumps down next to me. “What do humans take interest in?”
“Okay.” I brighten at his ability to finally listen. “First you need to let people really get to know you.”
“But that is so much work,” he whines, falling back into his chair. “How will I find a bride before the wedding?”
“And kidnapping me has been smooth sailing?!” I stumble back, my vision spotted with red for a moment. Taking a deep breath, I try to center myself. I’ve got this.I’ve got this.Just stay calm, Heather.
“Point taken,” he grumbles. “But, for the record, I thought it was a—”
“Rescue. I know, I know!” I throw my hands in the air. “How would it have gone if it was?”
A blush covers his face before he gulps heavily and averts his eyes.
