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He stopped walking. "We could go."
"Go where?" I asked stupidly.
"To Spokane. There are buses you can catch in town."
"I … wait. You want us to go to Spokane and take on Strigoi?"
"Sure. Eddie'd do it too … we could go to that mall. They wouldn't be organized or anything, so
we could wait and pick them off one by one …"
I could only stare. "When did you get so dumb?"
"Oh, I see. Thanks for the vote of confidence."
"It's not about confidence," I argued, standing up and approaching him. "You kick major ass.
I've seen it. But this … this isn't the way. We can't go get Eddie and take on Strigoi. We need
more people. More planning. More information."
I rested my hands on his chest. He placed his over them and smiled. The fire of battle was still
in his eyes, but I could tell his mind was shifting to more immediate concerns. Like me.
"I didn't mean to call you dumb," I told him. "I'm sorry."
"You're just saying that now because you want to have your way with me."
"Of course I am," I laughed, happy to see him relax. The nature of this conversation reminded
me a little of the one Christian and Lissa had had in the chapel.
"Well," he said, "I don't think I'm going to be too hard to take advantage of."
"Good. Because there are lots of things I want to do."
I slid my hands up and around his neck. His skin was warm beneath my fingers, and I
remembered how much I'd enjoyed kissing him last night.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, he said, "You really are his student."
"Whose?"