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"Of course, I'm sure."
"Listen more carefully," he prompts.
So I do. I'd be an idiot not, and one thing I pride myself on, is not being an idiot.
I almost don't believe it, but he's right. I can hear the outside. There's the rustling of the wind through the trees, and the small chirps of bats as they flitted between them. It's definitely evening then, which is a good start. But he's also right about there not being any people about. There's no snapping of twigs, or the distinct sound of clothing moving against skin.
"Just how good is vampire hearing?" I ask, kind of in awe over what I'm doing right now.
"Pretty damn good. If the vampire is paying attention."
"How have hunters ever managed to get one up on you?" I ask, regretting my words the moment they're out. It's highly inappropriate for me to say that to someone who lost their spouse to a hunter.
To my surprise, he starts to laugh. "Most hunters are pretty good at what they do, and most vampires are pretty bad at it."
"But not you?"
"No."
"And your wife?"
"Was a fool. Why are you so interested in her?"
"Call it professional curiosity." Well that was a blatant lie. More like, a little bit of jealousy really. No, wait, that can't be right. Why would I be jealous of someone who isn't only dead, but was only involved with someone who severely dislikes me.
What has my life become?
"Sure," he says, but ignores my question. Probably for the best.
Bram continues to ignore me, and pushes on the large metal door open, and the night air streams in, sweet and crisp after the stuffiness of the bunker. Though pressing myself against Bram for so long really hadn't been too bad.
"Time to get going," he says, hoisting himself out of the bunker with effortless ease.
Two can play at that game. I shuffle around so I'm crouched on the floor, then use the leverage to launch myself out of the bunker, landing effortlessly on the ground in front of it.
"Was that necessary?" he asks, already sounding shorter with me. Oh great. Fresh air and the possibility of escape is all that's needed to turn Bram back into a dick.
"No," I reply, wiping my hands on my clothes. Though I don't know why. They're not actually dirty, it just feels like the kind of think I should do after jumping out of a hole in the ground. Like a scene from one of the movies we used to watch during down time.
"You confuse me."
"Good," I say, throwing him a dirty look over my shoulder, before walking over towards a dirt track. If I remember correctly, this was the way out of the forest that didn't lead back to the guild.
"Are you sure that's the right way?"
"No. But do you have any better suggestions?" I point out, trying not to sound any more aggressive than I have to. I don't like that things have gone back to this way between us so soon. Why can't they stay nice like while in hiding.
"I-"
"Look," I say, spinning around so I'm facing him. "Let's not get at each other every step of the way. Clearly, you're not as against me as you first made out, so stop going back to snarkiness now." I poke my finger against his chest.
Bram's eyes widen, but watch me intently. There's very clear interest in them, but I'm going to try and ignore that. I mean, it's not like I can do anything else about it. Not -
My thoughts are stolen as Bram grabs my arm and spins me around, pushing me against the rough bark of a nearby tree.
A tiny slither of fear travels through me. But it's accompanied by a far more interesting feeling. Anticipation. I'm looking forward to whatever he plans to do next, whether that's hit me, or kiss me.
"Bram..." I start, not quite sure where I'm going with that.
