The look on her face said it all. Wherever it was she’d been pulled from, she seemed to think it was better than this. A warm home? A palace? Paradise? He wasn’t sure, but it had to have been something serious to leave her in a state like this. Her next question did a good job of answering his own, though. She thought she was dead. There weren’t many places you could go after death that were better than being alive. Somehow this girl thought she’d been pulled into this world from Heaven. For all he knew, she had been, and that would probably rank up there as one of the most unfair displacements of this apocalyptic war. Even if it hadn’t been Heaven, if it was good enough that she thought it was real, Andrew at once envied her and wept for her. It would be nice to have that kind of peace, the kind of peace he would never have, and to get pulled away from that…it had to be horrible.
Her questions also left him in a bit of an awkward position. If he continued to be completely honest with her, he would have to tell her that no, she wasn’t dead but that yes, he was. If she was clear enough to do the math, she’d know that meant he was the vampire she’d been sensing. Maybe she’d be coherent enough to also realize he’d had plenty of chance to hurt her and hadn’t, but given her earlier instinctual reaction, he wasn’t sure. Still…she’d been pulled from Heaven, or somewhere close to it. The last thing she needed now was lies. “We’re in Lawrence, Kansas. The year 2013.” Oddly that was the easiest question to answer. “As for your other questions…no, you aren’t. And yes, I am.”