He laughed at that, then tugged her a little closer, making no move to get her off his lap. "Before my time. How'd you survive the fall?"
"I slid back toward the Abyss just enough to lose the shape of my body." She pressed a hand over his shoulder and leaned in, pinning him in the chair. "Did you find the car?"
"Oh yeah," he told her. "They went through everything in it, hoping for some hint of your real names. It's in the Church's impound, which you'll never get to."
"Fuck," she growled. "How powerful has the Church gotten?"
"Very," he assured her, "but it's my turn. Where have you been?"
"The suburbs," she admitted, not naming exactly where. "We also haven't killed anyone."
"Ah, so you're not alone," he said, sliding his hand a little higher up her waist. "Your turn, Dahlia. You are still using Dahlia, aren't you?"
"I am, and I won't count that as a question." A little smile touched her lips, but this man should not be treating her like this. "Why aren't you trying to kill me right now?"
"Because I have questions," he said. "I want to know what the lie is."
"There's no Hell," she told him. "That's pretty much it. We're not demons. We're not trying to steal souls. We do not possess people -"
His body tensed beneath her. "What?"
"Demonic possession is called mental illness. The Church points you at humans almost as much as they do us. The witch hunts? Nothing but flirtatious girls. Human girls, Thane." Her other hand landed on the middle of his chest and she leaned closer. "Why'd you let me go?"
"I don't know," he said, the words lost in the music around them, yet she could read the movement of his mouth.
"Not good enough," she snapped. "You chased me into that building, and you stopped me three times. Why did you let me go!"
"Because I know it's a lie," he finally said. "I just don't know which parts."
"So quit!" she snapped.
"Can't. That's not an option. When we're born into the faith, we never get out alive." He lifted his other hand to hook a finger under her chin. "When was the last time you ate?"
"It's been a bit," she admitted.
Using that finger, he pulled her face a little closer. "I am a captive audience."
Her breath rushed out as she leaned in. The moment her lips met his, his mouth parted. Dahlia's tongue took the invitation, kissing him hard, exploring his mouth, and tasting the rush of his vitality. The man moaned deep in his throat, and his fingers tightened on her side. She could feel him getting hard beneath her, so she rocked against his dick.
That made him suck in a breath, but he didn't try to push her off. He simply kissed back, even as she drank away his life. The hand on her face slid deeper into her hair, tangling in the curls, holding her against him. Thane wasn't fighting her. He was feeding her, and the bastard knew it. It was enough to make her pull back.
"Why?" she asked against his lips.
He opened his eyes and met hers. "I don't know, but I want to, and you're the only one that's ever talked to me. Just figured it's easier to get my questions answered if you're not looking for your next meal."
This time, Dahlia was the one smiling. She leaned back and let her hands slide down his hard chest until she reached his waist. There, she slowly began to loosen his belt, giving him every chance to stop her. Thane just let go of her hair and reached for his drink.
"How can you feed on both blood and sex?" he asked, acting like he didn't care at all that she was opening his pants.
"Want to find out?" she taunted.
"Not stopping you, am I?" He took another sip, then set his drink down. "But answer the question, or I will."
"Because I'm not a damned vampire," she huffed before popping free the button on his jeans. "No matter what you call us, we're just eidolon. We're all the same, even as we're different. Kinda like humanity."
"Humanity doesn't kill people for a meal - or fuck them."
"And I am going to fuck you," she warned, freeing his dick in the middle of the crowded club, but their bodies hid what she was doing.