“Yeah, and you can bitch at me for being a shit cook later. We have a bigger problem.”
“Where’d you leave the body?” He correctly guessed my reason for showing up on his doorstep.
I pointed to my car. “It’s in the trunk.”
Chapter Five
“You brought the body here?” Cillian couldn’t have sounded more surprised if he tried.
“Where else would I take it?”
“How about outside the city where you could have left it for the wild scavengers in the woods? Dumped in the river? Placed inside their home and set on fire? Tossed from the top of a building, one high enough to destroy any evidence of biting?”
As he named off all kinds of scenarios to get away with murder, I couldn’t help but blurt, “And this is why I came to you. You’re obviously an expert in getting rid of bodies.”
He sighed and rubbed his jaw. “A knowledge that wouldn’t have been necessary if you’d not run off.”
“At the time, I was having trouble believing you.”
“And now?”
“I’m a vampire.” My lips turned down.
“You are. Now that you’re willing to listen, we’ll discuss what that means, but first, let’s get rid of your passenger. Car keys.” He held out his hand.
I handed the jingling set over. “What are you going to do?”
“Have my assistant handle the problem.”
“You have an assistant?” Duh. Probably the same woman who came to my door.
“Several, actually. Although, they prefer the term bodyguard.”
“If they’re supposed to be protecting your ass then how come I never saw them when I was here?”
“Because I don’t like them hovering over me when I’m at home. But trust me, they were close by. Had you tried anything untoward, they would have acted.”
“Are they vampires too?”
“No. Given our vulnerability during the day, it’s best to have staff who aren’t affected by sunlight.”
“Do they know what you are?”
“Of course, and I will add that it is important to build a bond of trust with one’s servants since your life might depend on them.”
“You have a lot of enemies?” I asked.
“I’m a vampire. That goes without saying.” Cillian stood aside and gestured to his open front door. “Let’s get you inside before you decide to eat one of my neighbors.”
“I’ll have you know, I’m not hungry anymore,” was my tart reply as I swept past him.
“I should hope not, if you drained a person dry.”
“How much was I supposed to drink?” I retorted.
“Enough to curb the hunger while leaving your choice of dinner alive.”
I whirled on him with a dropped jaw. “Wait, a second, are you saying we’re not supposed to kill the people we bite?”
