Free Sex in a Coffin (Kismet Knight, Vampire Psychologist) by Lynda Hilburn Page A

fantasy. He might be crazy, but maybe he can help.
    To steady myself, I stood and walked over to the small refrigerator in the corner of the room and selected two bottles of water. I set one of them in front of Devereux, opened the other for myself, took my seat, and drank deeply.
    Breathe. Just breathe. This can’t be hot flashes. I’m too young.
    “I can’t discuss anything that Midnight may or may not have talked to me about – it’s all confidential. But generally speaking, I can tell you that I’ve never seen any evidence to support the existence of vampires or any other supernatural beings.”
    “Ah.” The corners of his lips quirked up. “You are a scientist. Do you wish to see evidence?”
    I was getting that claustrophobic feeling again. Maybe this handsome man really was a nutcase and I’d allowed myself to be distracted by his obvious assets instead of following my professional instincts. I switched into the noticeably calm voice I used to soothe disturbed clients. “Is it important to you that I believe in vampires?”
    He threw back his head and laughed with pure delight. “I have never been called insane in such a lovely way ever before. I can assure you that it is of no importance whatsoever to me if you believe in vampires or not, but I think the information could prove useful to you. What if I told you that everything Midnight has shared with you is absolutely true?”
    Oh, geez. He’s a loon.
    “Since we can’t talk about anything Midnight might have said, I can only suggest that you tell me directly what you want me to know.”
    “I am a vampire.”