“Empath,” he greeted as he pulled over and unlocked the doors of his black car. I was horrible with recognizing makes and models, but I knew it was black. As I got in the front seat, I saw that it was new, like new new, like next year new. The seats were made up of black leather and they were still slippery. I almost wooshed off when Kates climbed into the back seat.
“Thanks.” I felt stiff as I reached for the seatbelt. “I see our truce is over with, Vampire?”
“You don’t have to bother with the seatbelt.” He shifted gears and shot back onto the street. “I’m taking my cues from you. You called me ‘Vampire’ in your head when I pulled up.”
“Huh?”
Kates just snorted.
“I have vampire reflexes, Empath. We won’t get into an accident.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that he can go fast an
