Katie MacAlister: In the Company of Vampires

No, not that.

What we’re going to say to the watch when they’re done tallying up all the dead therions?

I don’t care about the watch.

Then what we’re going to do with the Vikings? Eirik told me they are enjoying themselves way too much to go to Valhalla, and Finnvid claims he’s madly in love with Imogen, although you’d think that would stop him from sleeping with every big-breasted woman he can sweettalk into bed. I hope Imogen finds out he’s been sleeping around, because he seriously needs to be whacked upside his head.

He laughed, and slid his hands under my T-shirt. I shall make sure she finds out. The problem I was referencing is one of practicality. We have nowhere to sleep, and if you wish for me to do all the things you’re thinking about—ice cubes, Francesca? Are you sure?—then we will need some privacy, and I don’t fancy this couch with your mother in the next room.

I laughed, kissed him again, then helped him put on his coat and hat so we could hit Peter up for the keys to Naomi’s trailer.

Life is looking up, don’t you think? Oh, there are still clouds on the horizon—David is the biggest, naturally, and my mother’s mental state is another major concern. But you and I are a team, Ben, and together, there isn’t anything we can’t do.

Even the ice cubes? That sounds rather chilly.

Definitely the ice cubes. I have plans for them. Very big plans . . .