“I’m a vampire now,” she pointed out. “I’m very strong. I could break those chains.”
“Maybe,” I shrugged.
“Hey,” she laughed. “You don’t sound like you believe me.”
“Of course, I believe you.”
“What else do you believe?” She asked. Her voice took on a sultry tone, and she walked toward me slowly. She placed her hands on mine.
“Kimberly...”
“I had a lot of time to think today,” she said.
“Is that so?”
“And I think that I like being a vampire,” she said.
“What do you like about it?”
“Everything,” she shrugged. “So, I can’t hunt anymore,” she shrugged. “No big deal. If I ever get a craving, I can do something else, like go after a werewolf or something, right?”
I wasn’t buying it.
“That’s it?” I asked.
“That’s it.”
“You’re not still interested in seeking revenge on me?”
“Nope,” she shook her head. “Raven explained a lot of things to me that I didn’t understand before. Now I know why she didn’t want me coming after you.”
That was interesting. Raven didn’t want her hunting me, huh? I wondered why. Raven was friendly enough, but she mostly kept to herself or to Helena. When she’d come to live with us, I’d known she was close to Kimberly, and we’d spent many hours talking about my mate. Since Kimberly arrived, however, I hadn’t had much time to spend with Raven. Mostly, I’d been caught up in keeping Kimberly close to me. I’d also been busy trying to find out who was killing vampires, and why they were harvesting our bodies.
It was gross, really. The idea that someone might want to catch and kill vampires seemed abhorrent to me. That was what we were dealing with, though. If someone had told me that being a vampire carried with it more problems than humanity did, I wouldn’t have believed them for a minute.
I also didn’t believe that Kimberly had suddenly given up her mission of revenge. She still viewed me as a murderer. I hadn’t explained what had really happened to her all of those years ago, but I wanted to.
“I need to tell you something,” I said.
“What?”
“Something about the past.”
“Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter.”
“It matters.”
“No,” she said. “It doesn’t. Liam, let’s just be together, okay?”
“Kimberly, I’m not stupid,” I said quietly. She reached out and placed her hands on my chest. She slid them up and wrapped them around my neck.
“I know,” she said.
“I know you’re thinking about ways to kill me,” I said.
“No,” she shook her head.
I leaned in close, whispering in her ear.