Page 16 of Hot for Slayer (Scared Sexy Collection #1)

W e are still working on building our routine, Lazlo and I, but that’s okay. It’s early days, and for now it’s all about finding out what we like—and then doing it over and over and over again.

Together.

We talk. We kiss. We touch. We travel and we stay put. We dance. We fight. We cook. We choose books and movies and good poems. We watch plants grow and flowers bloom. We visit nature and big cities and rural farms, share crossword puzzles and coffee shops and museums.

We avoid other immortals, slayers and vampires alike, but discover that it’s not too hard to become friends with human neighbors and stray cats. During the winter, we go up north, where the sun barely rises. In the summer, we move south. Chile and Argentina. Halloween, though ...

For Halloween, we return home.

We sit on our stoop. Welcome trick-or-treaters. Watch the festivities. Early in the night, Lazlo will have a candied apple; later, I’ll have a sip of his blood, and it’ll taste sweeter than it does the rest of the year.

“Are you a vampire?” I’ll ask a boy in a beautiful velvet cape, handing him a full-size candy bar.

He’ll nod, happy.

“And I’m a vampire hunter,” his friend will tell me.

“Weird, huh?” Lazlo will whisper in my ear, pulling me back into his solid warmth. His long arms will close around my torso, and I’ll smile and think to myself, Weird. But weirder things have happened.