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  Then, on friendly terms, at least in theory, the human attackers left. That didn't mean they were friends, but he really doubted that they were going to have any problems with them again. Just in case, he stood there, waiting for nightfall. When it came, all the vampires came out to see what the damage was.

  Narran looked around carefully.

  “No bodies?”

  Liam smiled and her then, and waved at first Sondra and then Nicodemus.

  “As we discussed. It’s a truce, if an uneasy one. We all have to do better… But we can.”

  It was Sondra who smiled at him, her face playful.

  “Oh, we can… But what about the humans?”

  He didn’t really know. Liam was willing to try and and see though. After all, that was what had to happen, if they were ever going to make anything positive happen in the world.

  He was fairly certain of that.

  Chapter thirteen

  Liam finished the last patient of the day, and waited for the party to start in the other room. He was at Tiffany’s house, but everyone was there, or would be soon. Mitchel had come over, to spend the holiday with them. Christmas. It was interesting, but Nicolas had spent the whole day making food for them. It smelled good, even if Liam still didn’t eat all that much. He could, if he wanted to, or needed to fit in. He was happy with less though and didn’t try to hide who he was, most of the time.

  When he got into the living room, a knock came at the front door. He hurried over, to find Agent Sanchez and what seemed to be his family, a wife and two daughters, there with him. The older girl smiled at him, prettily enough. The younger one looked past him, into the house.

  Before the adults could say anything, she spoke, in a whisper.

  “Is this where the monsters live?”

  Dan looked ready to yell at her, and the mother seemed freaked, but Liam simply laughed.

  “No. There are no monsters. Just different types of people. Some are good, some less so. Come on in, I’ll introduce you, so you can see that for yourself.”

  He started with Mary and Tiff. Then waved at Oaks, who was standing back, behind them.

  “This is my father. Warren Oaks. He’s famous, but I’ll let you two figure out who he is.”

  He meant it, but everyone chuckled, as if he were being funny.

  Smiling, he just went with it.

  After all, it was a party and soon everyone he knew, the ones that mattered to him, would be there.

  Afterword:

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