Chapter Fifteen
“What are you?” I grabbed Walsh’s wrist, moving his hand over the sink before his blood could fall onto the floor.
I turned on the water, and the blood washed away, leaving his palm perfect.
“You’re not a vampire.” I grabbed the towel and dried his hand. “You’re certainly not a regular human.”
“Does it really matter?”
“Yes.” I ran my finger along where the cut should have been. There wasn’t even a ridge in its place.
“The d**g that changed me is a lot like Vamp. Well, more like a descendant of Vamp.”
“But you can go out in the sun.” My mind raced, whirling through the possibilities I wished I’d had when I’d been in the city.
“I can.” Walsh took my hand, leading me over to sit on his bed. “I can eat food, too.”
“Then whatever you took isn’t like Vamp at all. It’s a
