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“Right. I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize. I wish I would’ve had a child when I was human, but I was turned when I was single. Before I was made, I just worked and went home at night.”

“As what?”

“A roadie.”

“What’s that?”

“I was a technician on the road. I traveled on tour with a musician from state to state, setting up the stage for the performances.”

I knew what a roadie was, but I couldn’t see Zand as one, so I thought maybe there was another meaning. “You went on tour, with like singers and a band?”

“Yes, well, only one singer.”

“Who?” I wondered if I knew the person.

“Elvis.”

“Elvis who?”

“Elvis Presley?” My mouth dropped. “The King?” Or should I say the thief that stole his whole entire vocal style and movements from Roy Hamilton.

“Yes. Sadly, he died in 1977, months before I was made a vampire. I wished I’d been made sooner. I could’ve made him one too. But of course, things didn’t happen that way. Life has a way of not making any sense at all.”

It took me a few seconds to let it all sink in. He was on tour with Mr. Jailhouse Rock. Zand didn’t have any reason to lie to me. He didn’t have to make up stories to impress me. I was already impressed. He was a goddamn vampire. That was impressive enough for any-damn-body.

“How old were you when it happened to you, when you were turned into a vampire?”

“I was twenty-eight. That is the number I have proclaimed my lucky number.”

“Okay, so you made your ex-girlfriend a vampire. You said there was someone else you made into a vampire?”

“Yes, recently. I made a vamp. I’ve only made two vamps.”

“Like recently, what does that mean?”

“Months ago.” He shrugged nonchalantly. Like this was normal, and not a thing.

To me, it was a thing.Was this other person even willing? Did they want to be a vampire?

“Did this happen since you’ve known me?” Was a better question.

“Yes. I met him because of you.”

I felt some way about this unknown recently turned vampire. I tried to keep my face neutral, but I had even more questions on this topic. “Was it a woman?”

“No, a man.”

I was so confused.When did all this bloodsucking or blood drinking happen? Was there some ritual? Was it sexual? Damn, was Zand a bisexual vampire. Could vampires be bi, or pan, or gay?I didn’t know anything about his life.

“Chanel, you look worried.”

“No.” I lied. “I’m just surprised. You were busy making vampires.”

“No, no, a vampire, just one. Love, please, at the time you didn’t know what I was. I couldn’t tell you about him without telling you I was a vampire. I didn’t have a way to explain it to you.”

“But you had to explain it to the man you turned, right?”