"I lived. Unfortunately, so did Lilah," Lindsey replied as he fell into step behind her. "At that point, I was a little disappointed she didn't turn me. Thank god I got over that phase." He snorted. "She saw that she could use me. That was the extent of her interest." There really was something to say about his taste in women but he wisely kept his mouth shut on that subject.
Trap me in Hell for eternity. As against that as he was, a small voice reminded him that he'd bartered his right to find that way out to Lilah for the nightmares to stop. Unless he could find a way out of that deal, he was hellbound one way or another. So what does it matter? "I always preferred blood to seal the deal. Pomegranates lack that symbolic nature that blood has."
Even though he knew the way, he let her lead. Dropping his coat across the end of the couch, he sat himself, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. "I didn't eat here that much. Spent enough damn time here as it was."