"David?" I almost looked around to see who she was talking to and then remembered my own name. It sounded different on her lips. "Yeah?" "You're so nice. I didn't expect you to be so nice." "Why?" "Because all the girls at the bar are either in love with you, and they want to sleep with you, or they hate you, and they still want to sleep with you. I thought you were one of those bad-boy types." "Oh, I'm plenty bad. I just try not to be an asshole to people who don't deserve it. I guess you could say I'm a nice bad guy." "I don't think it works that way," she said softly. "Trust me. It does. I'm good with people. But don't cross me. And don't cross the people I care about. Or you'll see my bad side." "I'll remember that," Amelie said seriously, nodding as if she had been contemplating crossing me only seconds before. The thought of the dainty, blind brunette with the pearly skin and the sweet smile screwing me over was comical. "You plotting something?" I asked, trying not to laugh. "I was. But I thought better of it." She shivered dramatically. "Don't want to see bad Tag." "Bad Tag and Silly Millie." "Millie?" "Doesn't anyone ever call you Millie for short?" "No," she answered frankly. "Henry and Amelie aren't names you hear every day. They sound kind of old-fashioned." "That's because we were actually born in the late 1800s, when our names were more popular. We vampires don't age, you know. And my blindness is just a ruse to make people feel safe." Her lips twisted in a smirk. "Is that right?" I drawled, "Well, I'll be damned. So you and Henry are forever gonna be, what, thirteen and twenty-two?" "Fifteen. Henry's fifteen." "But you're actually one hundred and twenty-two?" "That's right. We'll still look this good in another hundred years." That was a sad thought for Henry, but for Amelie, not so much"