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"You won't get older? Or die?"
"We can both die, Georgia. Though we are much more difficult to kill," Stefan replied, his deep voice breaking into the conversation. "Now that you know, you now have three options. "
Georgia crossed her legs and puckered her lips. "And what pray tell are my choices?"
"Option one is that I kill you. I would prefer not to do that since it would be upsetting to Josephine. Option two is that I can force my will on you and make you forget, which is potentially dangerous. Option three is that you can keep our secret and act like nothing has changed. " Stefan ran his long fingers through his messy hair. "The choice is yours. "
Stefan may be almost a thousand years old but he lacked the art of subtlety in situations like this. I rolled my eyes and grabbed her hand and squeezed it to get her attention. Her blue eyes were wary as she met mine.
"I'm still Josie, Georgia. "
Georgia glared over my shoulder at the still very naked Stefan. If looks could kill and Stefan wasn't already dead, he would be now. Her mouth twisted into a sneer and when she looked back at me, her eyes were filled with contempt.
"Georgia. . . "
"No, Josie. It's my ass on the line and I need information. How old is he? How is he able to be out during the day? How does all of this work?" She was relentless, the questions coming out in rapid fire bursts.
"I am 33," Stefan answered. "Most of the things you read or hear about our kind are myths. Such as our supposed aversion to sunlight. "
"Huh," Georgia said, considering his words for a moment. "Exactly how old are you in vampire years?"
Georgia made it sound like Stefan was a dog and vampires counted their ages my multiplying them by seven. She was an intelligent woman, but there were times I questioned her thought process. Of course, I'd been in her shoes recently. I could sympathize with her confusion and curiosity.
He chuckled as he read my thoughts and answered her. "I am 975 years old. We still count years the same way as humans do. "
"I knew there was something different about you. I just never thought of he was a vampire. " She chewed on her bottom lip. "Josie, you could've told me what was going on. "
"I'm sorry, Georgia. I hoped you'd never find this out. " I closed my eyes, focusing on her future. I saw her decision and looked at Stefan and nodded.
"We can trust her, Stefan. She won't tell anyone. "
"How did you know what I was going to say?" Georgia asked, her voice raising an octave.
Yet another revelation to dump on her. I could tell she'd almost hit her breaking point so I chose to just make it as simple as possible. "I'm a psychic. I can see the future. "
Georgia face hardened. "I feel like an idiot. That's why you didn't like to go out until you met him," she snorted loudly. "Does Anna know about this?"
"The psychic thing, yes. " I said. "The vampire stuff, no. "
"You could've told me about being psychic. I suspected something was up with you," she accused, chewing her lip again. "This is why you're leaving Bali with him! You wanted a clean break. I may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer but even I can figure it out now. "
Inhaling a deep breath, I nodded sadly. "That's part of the reason. Stefan and I aren't going to age. There are. . . things that need to be taken care of in New York. "
"So now you're headed off with Hu
nky. " Georgia gestured to Stefan. "Were you just going to disappear?"
I studied my hands for a moment. That's exactly what we would have done and were going to do eventually. Stefan owned properties all over the world and it would be easy to disappear with his years of practice and wealth to assist us.
"Probably. "
For the first time since I knew her, Georgia cried. And not just a few tears. She wept until her shoulders shook. I sat beside her and let her cry against me, not able to offer her any other consolation. "You can't just walk away, Josie. You're like my sister. "
"I know. That's what makes this so hard, Georgia. "
Georgia's relationship with her family was less than ideal. In her own words, they were mostly alcoholic rednecks that lacked any sort of common sense. She'd escaped to New York at the age of 18, putting herself through school and landing a position with a charity before getting the opportunity to start a division operating in Indonesia.
"You can come and visit us anytime," I assured her. As soon as the words left my lips, I realized how shallow they sounded. She'd cried because I was leaving and I'd offered her a place to stay if she decided to visit. I was no better at this than Stefan.
