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All the way ho for breath Which, as I didn&039;t need to breathe,to calm down It worked A little

Nick knew? A Minneapolis detective kneas a varoom was a vampire? How many other cops knew? Even if he was the only one (and one aaay too many), what if he found out about Antonia the olf, assu the walkabout wench ever caot worse or-oh God please no-died, as he going to do? What the fuck was I going to do?

Mojoing him was out Sinclair&039;s clearly hadn&039;t taken Or had taken for a while and then worn off

II why? Sinclair was a pretty da besides

I took a yellow light way too fast, remembered Babyjon trapped-I mean strapped-in the car seat behind me, and slowed to a reasonable speed

Why had Sinclair&039;s "you are getting very sleepy" routine worn off? He could et their own mothers Was it because-it couldn&039;t be Naw That was idiocy and worse, ego

Butwell, I couldn&039;t shake the idea that because the long-prophesied queen of the vaotten to Nick first, Sinclair never had a chance That lie , and eventually Nick remeh it was prettythathim And I knew in my dead heart that Jessica would set herself on fire before telling my secrets

Sure, the Book of the Dead prophesied that I would be the strongest, coolest, most badass varasping it, you know? Shit, sixteenher thirtieth birthday But the Book had been right about everything else So why not this?

Which meant, maybe the way to fix this was to mojo Nick , he would be ready for that-forht did I have to wipe anybody&039;s brain, even if it was dangerous not to? I wasn&039;t God I was just me, Betsy, one-time secretary and part-time vampire and soon-to-be married woman

I screeched into h the front door and up the stairs to his nursery Changed hiure out what to do about Nick And Jessica And Sinclair And Antonia And-

The door chi another gasping burp from my brother I plopped him into the crib (it was 6:30 pm-time for his mid-afternoon nap) and hustled down the stairs

Yippee! Who would it be? Did Garrett eat his key again so they couldn&039;t get to it? Had Sinclair sent flowers? Was Nick waiting on the porch with a twelve gauge shotgun? Was it y) Had Marc escaped the clutches of whatever madman had snatched him from his shift at the ER? Had Tina&039;s coffin been rolled in fron for it? Was Laura stopping by with her usual sweetness to offer condolences and offer to take Babyjon off my hands?

Who cared? It was so around the house by er, and that was cause for a Hallelujah brother!

I yanked the door open, a cry of welcome (or "Holster that sidearlea, as a fist the size of both ofme back into the foyer