“You’re sleeping, Miss Kicklighter. Why don’t you go back to bed? I can have room service bring you up a milkshake and fries—just what you need for a perfect dream.” She reached for the radio clipped to her waistband.
I walked over to the window and yanked back the blackout curtains. The sun poured into the room, hitting me in the face.
Teri gasped. “Don’t do—”
“Stop. I’m not on moonshine anymore, and I remember everything from yesterday.”
She blinked rapidly, clearly starting to panic.
“I don’t know why you hang out on an island with a bunch of crazy ol’ vampires,” I said, “and I don’t wanna know. But I’d bet my last piece of sanity that you don’t want Stark finding out that you and Albert are the reason I know I’m not a vampire. So if you want to keep that perrty little head of yours on top of your perrty little shoulders, you’re gonna tell me how to get the hell out of here. Today.”
She blinked again.
I added, “If I stay any longer, he’s going to figure out I’ve caught on. If that happens, he’ll ask questions, and I might have to tell him everything.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “He’ll probably forgive me. But you?”
“How much moonshine have you had this week?”
I’d consumed a lot. “Why?”
“Because that stuff rots your brain.” She tapped the side of her head. “It’s poison. Which is why you’re forgetting there’s no outsmarting Montgomery Stark.”
Probably true, but a girl had to try. “How. Do. I. Leave?”
Teri let out a sigh. “There’s a helicopter bringing provisions in a few hours. I can sneak you on it when it leaves, but if I do, Mr. Stark will want to know who helped you. Eventually, he’ll figure out it was me, so I’m dead eitherway.” She scrubbed her face with her hands.
“What if you tell Stark you were walking by my suite and heard a noise. You knocked to check on me, and then I took you hostage. I made you put us both on the helicopter. Later, you can tell Stark I was saying all sorts of crazy things. He’ll think I’m suffering from a mental breakdown after drinking too much moonshine.”
She looked down at the floor, shaking her head. She wasn’t liking my idea.
“Or,” I shrugged, “we could stay here and you can try your luck.”
Teri exhaled slowly. “You don’t understand. Vampires can smell a lie a mile away. And even if they buy my story, how am I going to make Mr. Stark believe you’ve gone completely psychotic on moonshine? You’d have to take three or four doses all at once for that to happen.”
Dear Lord. What was in that stuff? “Then get me four bottles.”
“From where?”
I scratched the side of my head. “Do you know where he keeps his stash?”
She crinkled her nose.
“What?” I asked.
“He has a minifridge in his suite.”
“Where’s his suite?” I suddenly realized how strange it was that I didn’t know. But of course he would be keeping himself safe during daylight hours. Safe, even from me.
My heart sank. He had never trusted me, which was more proof that our entire relationship was a hoax.
“So?” I urged.
“You don’t want to go down there.”
“Down where?” I asked.
“The cellars. All vampires sleep underground, as far as I know.”
Stark slept underground? But I’d seen his master bedroom in Leiper’s Fork. He’d told me that was where he slept.
