Adam Didn't Approve Of Wal-mart.

Reluctantly, I Pulled Out My Necklace And Showed It To Them. Samuel Frowned. The Little Figure Was Stylized; I Suppose He Couldn't Tell What It Was At First. A Dog?" Asked Zee, Staring At My Necklace. A Lamb," I Said Defensively, Tucking It Safely Back Under My Shirt. "because One Of Christ's Names Is "the Lamb Of God."" Samuel's Shoulders Shook Slightly. "i Can See It Now, Mercy Holding A Roomful Of Vampire At Bay With Her Glowing Sheep." I Gave His Shoulder A Hard Push, Aware Of The Heat Climbing To My Cheeks, But It Didn't Help. He Sang In A Soft Taunting Voice, "mercy Had A Little Lamb.

“hey, Adam,” I Said. “i Thought You'd Want To Know That Warren And Darryl Made It Out Of The Vampire Den Alive.” I Sucked In My Breath. “you Didn't Actually Agree To Their Meeting On Marsilia's Grounds?” He Laughed. “no, It Just Sounded Better Than Saying They Made It Out Of Denny's Alive. It Might Not Be Romantic, But It's Open All Night And Set In The Middle Of A Brightly Lit Parking Lot With No Dark Places For Skulking Parties To Ambush From.”

See You Tomorrow,” He Said, Instead. “all Right.” Then, Impulsively, I Asked, “do You Have A Place To Sleep Tonight?” “sure,” He Said With A Smile, And Started Off As If He Had Somewhere To Be. I Could Have Bitten Off My Tongue Because I Pushed Him Into A Lie. Once He Started Lying To Me, It Would Be Harder To Get Him To Trust Me With The Truth. I Don’t Know Why It Works That Way, But It Does—at Least In My Experience.

I Used My History Degree About Twice A Year Whether I Needed To Or Not.

And Thus Charles Found Himself Wandering Around A Hotel, Trailing Federal Agents As He Held A Cardboard Coffee Cup Holder In Each Hand, Instead Of Out Killing Misbehaving Werewolves.