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should I sit?” I asked.
    “You can sit on my bed. As long as you promise to bite.” Juliet winked at me. She was a vision of excellence. And humor.
    “I don ’ t think you can handle one of my bites, ” I joked.
    “Maybe not as the whole wolf, but I ’ m sure I can handle those teeth when you’re just little ol’ man you . ” Julie t took her finger and slid it across my lips , gracing the outside of my teeth.
    “You might be surprised,” I said.
    “The real question of the hour, Romeo is < ceo be surpris/span> ‘Can you handle one of my bites?’” Juliet opened her mouth and I saw her long incisors .
    “Very scary,” I said looking into her mouth at her brilliant-white, sharp teeth and getting completely turned on. She could have done a toothpaste commercial with those beauties. Having an impressive set of teeth of my own, I wasn’t immune to the power of their allure or how much pride I took in them. “Use them much? ” I asked, my voice crackling with what I hoped was a wry irony to do battle with her own sense of wit.
    Juliet smiled and said, “I d on ’ t have to . All my blood is delivered straight from the local hospital.”
    “Must be nice. ”
    “It makes it so I leave the poor witches and warlocks alone.”
    “You know , not all o f them are witches and warlocks, ” I stated.
    “But you just never know,” Juliet said.
    “That is the one advantage they have over the immortals is that we never know. Luckily, their blood is no good to werewolves .”
    “But their kin is, ” Juliet said.
    “Their kin is as much a need for you guys as much it i s for us. Either way, they are a recruitment class for both sides .”

“It ’ s so stupid , isn ’ t it?” Juliet stated. “All the marketing and propaganda that goes into increasing the numbers for each side? What a smelly kettle of fish!”
    “I know. I’m not sure when immortality got all mixed up in these mad men politics, but now it seems we ’ re recruiting numbers for business purposes . It is no longer about survival. It’s all about money. ”
    “I wish I could leav c I an> ” Juliet said, looking past me as if to call up the dream of our special place.
    I looked at Juliet, took my hands and cupped her face, staring into her eyes. “So do I,” I said. “ I want to go far away from here. It might not be the place that you and I have seen in our dreams, but it just might as powerful if we are together.”
    “I want to go with you, ” Juliet said.
    “I want to take you, ” I said. I never had meant anything more in my entire life.
    “Romeo, we should go! ” Juliet was very passionate about what she was saying.
    “When?” I asked.
    “How soon do you think we could?”
    “Let me talk to Friar Laurence .”
    “Friar Laurence ?” Juliet asked.
    “He ’ s my boss. He knows how I feel. Maybe he ’ ll help me out or give me a loan . Maybe, w e could move to Los Angeles or Hollywood.”
    “I love California.” Juliet looked at me with hopeful eyes.
    “I have never been there,” I said.
    “You ’ ll love it. There are beautiful beaches that you can enjoy during the day without me, but you and I can spend time on them together when it is dark.”
    “What else?” I said , l etting Juliet dream for us .
    “There ’ s a place called Orange County that is really close. It is where a lot of fun places like Disneyland and Knott ’ s Berry Farm are. We can live there. It is cheaper than Verona . ”
    “Okay.” I held my breath, waiting for her to further reveal more of her heart’s desire. I had been so wrapped up in my clever plot to merely see her that I had n c th/font>
    Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. “We can escape this city where we are forbidden to couple by what our society dictates. We can start over in California, with no fear, no retaliation, no oversight. Unbound from Verona, we can be free to love one another. Openly .”
    My heart was beating so fast that it hammered against my ribs . “Yes!