"Myth!" He hesitated for a moment, and a peculiar tone entered his voice. "I can't sleep."
It took me a minute to absorb that. He didn't... sleep?
"You don't sleep?"
"I can't sleep." He clarified.
"At all?"
"I can't!" He said, his voice nearly inaudible. He turned to look at me with a wistful expression. The golden eyes held mine, and I lost my train of thought.
"You haven't asked me the most important question yet." His voice was hard now, and when he looked at me again his eyes were no longer gold; they were cold.
I blinked, dazed. "Which one is that?"
"You aren't concerned ABOUT MY DIET?" he asked sarcastically.
My ears perked up. I used to talk to people about their diets all the time in Phoenix. It was kind of fun.
His voice was bleak. "Don't you want to know if I drink blood?"
I flinched. I admit, it was something I had thought about before, briefly. But I wasn't sure if I was ready to have this conversation yet. It all seemed a bit too soon. We were moving too fast. "Well, Squaw did say something about that, something about you drinking blood, now that I remember... "
"Oh yeah? What did SQUAW say?" he asked sarcastically.
"He said you didn't hunt people. He said your family wasn't supposed to be dangerous because you only hunted a-animals."
"He said we weren't a dangerous?" His voice was deeply skeptical.
"Not exactly. He said you weren't supposed to be a dangerous. But the Quaaludes still didn't want you on their land, just in case."
He looked forward, straight ahead as if looking at the road, but I couldn't tell if he was watching the road or not.
"So was he right? About not hunting people?" I tried to keep my voice as even as possible.

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Chapter 9

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