“And I want that.”
“I know you do, my love.” I lowered my voice. “But there are risks.”
“What kind?”
“I thought that before we take that leap into the realm of the not going back, I should show you Deloris.” I pointed at the mausoleum.
“She’s in there?” Miranda asked, whispering now.
I nodded.
“Does she know we’re out here?”
“Of course.”
“She’s a?—”
“Immortality is just too much to bear for some.” I leaned against the door and listened. “I thought I’d wake her so that you could understand what that means.”
“Wait!”
“She’s quite harmless, just a little—” I gestured that Deloris was crazy.
“Are you saying that could happen to me?”
“That’soneof the risks, yes.”
“What’s another?”
“There’s always a possibility that when I turn you, I’ll take too much.”
“I think you have too much control now for that to happen.” She stared at the entrance to the mausoleum. “And I think you’re lying about Delores. There’s no one in there.”
I tried the handle. “Locked from the inside.”
She glared at me.
“Soon after I was turned, I slept in one of these.”
“Whatever for?”
“If you stray too far from home, you can get caught unawares by the dawn.”
“Then I won’t go too far.”
“And who will you feed upon, your neighbors?”
She bit down on her lower lip.
“Talk about bringing attention to yourself, Miranda.” I knocked on the tomb’s door. “Waking the undead usually upsets them. Good thing I’m a charmer.”
Miranda lifted the hem of her gown and sprinted off. I followed her back to the carriage.
The driver flicked the whip in the air, and the horses trotted off obediently.We headed home.
Deloris.I should’ve come up with a better name.
Had I turned Miranda prior to our evening soirée, her natural desire to find a victim would have facilitated the act. There was no remorse on my part for ensuring that my friend would not be joining the ranks of the undead.