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chuckled.
    “So, it’d be good to know how to handle one of your lot if we come across one that goes bad.”
    “I see. Well, for now, you leave that to me.”
    “How’d you get to be the go-to guy for this?” Paige asked, gesturing in a circular motion with her hand.
    “The paranormal world is tightknit. We have to be in order to remain invisible, and that’s where we need to remain.”
    Invisible. He had a long way to go to remain that way, like figuring out which rules to follow so he didn’t raise any red flags. Which brought another question. How had those red flags never set off any alarms?
    Tony licked his lips and tipped his head to the side. “It’s getting worse out there. I know you think it’s safe to trust humans with knowledge of our existence, but we can’t.”
    “Why?”
    “Have you seen the news? We’re damned close to witch hunts.”
    It would never get to that. It was 2016, for crying out loud. “It’s not that bad.”
    “You haven’t been reading the right headlines, Pea.” Dexx shook his head and sighed. “Some people really aren’t comfortable with our current President.”
    Paige screwed up her face at him. “What does that have to do with anything?”
    “It means,” he said, giving her a frank look, “that if the uninformed people of our great nation are scared because they have lost faith in their leader, then they’re going to take it out on those they can reach. They can’t reach the President. They can reach you.”
    “Then we teach them.”
    “And those who don’t want to be taught?” Tony asked.
    Dexx rubbed his eyes with one hand. “I think it’s time for the Whiskeys to get out of Texas.”
    She’d heard political rumblings coming out of her home state. They were rewriting history, which was pissing people off. They were teaching abstinence instead of real reproductive information. But that didn’t affect her family. “Why?”
    Tony raised his eyebrows. “You really need to start paying attention, Paige. Texas is getting ugly right now. So-called God-fearing people are inflicting their beliefs onto the masses.”
    “They’re not all that way.” Paige gritted her teeth. “I know several real, God-fearing people out there. They’re wonderful. Beautiful.” But in her heart, she knew they weren’t the ones making changes. Or headlines.
    “And rare.” Tony checked his mirror. “All paranormals are getting out now while they still can.”
    “It’s still the United States of America.”
    Tony pursed his lips and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye before returning his attention to the semi-slick highway. “You’re blind if you think that.”
    “Okay.” Time to get the subject away from politics. Who knew that political instability could adversely affect the paranormal community? “So, you were born a vampire. You can go out in daylight. Are there a lot of you?”
    “Yes.”
    “Do you drink blood?”
    “Yes.”
    “Often?”
    “Daily.”
    “Human blood?”
    “Yes.”
    “Donor?”
    “Sometimes.”
    “Sex slaves?”
    He slid her a sly smile as he merged into the slowed traffic. “You have a dirty mind.”
    “She reads too many paranormal romance novels.” Dexx batted his eyelashes. “That ancient vampire who wants to drain my blood and oppress my soul is so hot,” he said in his best girly voice. “Really, I must throw myself at his feet. Fang me, baby. Fang me.”
    Tony snorted into surprise laughter. “Fang me?”
    Dexx pulled the corners of his lips down and nodded—guyly.
    Paige rolled her eyes. “Seriously? It’s not even like that, and the question’s still valid.”
    “No,” Tony said with a laugh. “No. We don’t have over-wild sex drives. We don’t need to procreate often. We don’t melt women’s panties with our saliva.”
    “That’s a relief,” Paige muttered.
    Tony smiled and slowed due to the traffic. “We don’t need much. We usually have some blood in our fridge. We know how to maintain a low