I wished I could talk to Adam about this. If Daniel wanted to check out, would I also need to cut off his head and stuff his mouth with garlic?
“What does it take to drive a stake into someone’s heart?” Or to cut your own throat?I wondered absently. I’d determined to do that if I was ever taken by de Vivar. I shuddered, recalling what the vampyre in the rest area parking lot had looked like when Ekaterina staked him.
“You can’t do that!” Ioan was horrified, but it was up to Daniel. If he was that unhappy as a vampyre, well, I’d do whatever needed to be done.
“Do we have a deal?” I asked Daniel.
“Do I have any choice?”
“Sure you do. Shut up, Ioan. Daniel, if you don’t want my help, just say so. You and vampyre boy can hash this out, and I’ll go back to bed. I had a pretty miserable day, and my night isn’t turning out much better.”
“Vampyre boy?” Ioan sounded indignant. “I’m the Rege’sgrandson!”
It was his turn to be ignored as I waited for Daniel to come to a decision.