Tucked up in bed with my husband fast asleep next to me and a steaming mug of hot chocolate on the bedside table on the other side of me, everything felt so surreal. At home, I wasn’t a vampire hunter, I didn’t spend all day planning how to hunt down blood thirsty creatures, I didn’t wield a gun. I was Joey. Just Joey. Married to a brilliantly patient guy and lucky to have him there for me in the evenings when I was done being tough and beating the boys at their own games.
I feel strange. Like I’m living some kind of double life. I’ve never felt like this before. Never have I had a problem with what I do for a living. Not until Alex... He’s not changed a bit. I mean, he’s stronger and he has to avoid the sun and drink blood and all of that shit, but as far as his personality is concerned, nothing’s different. I never realised. They’re just people. Dangerous people, but they still get scared and have hopes and want to live, right?
Aside from all that, I don’t know what to do about Jesse. He certainly acts like we want the same thing – to get Alex – but he makes me nervous. He seems like the kind of guy that won’t hesitate to do whatever it takes to fulfil his goal; he’s willing to work with me and Connor for now, but what if we get in his way? The main ways we get an advantage over vampires is using the day light and guns and avoiding engaging them in close combat – the exception to that rule is Alex, I guess, since he was always into close combat of some kind. But Jesse is too close for many of those advantages to work.
I try to make my head shut up with its endless nattering and doubting, burying my nose in Brendan’s neck, snuggling up to him. I tug the duvet around us tight and breathe in his familiar scent. Everything would work out eventually. Right?