A blood sister.
"Yes, I'm going on a trip," I said, now reaching for some jeans in my closet, cradling the phone against my shoulder and ear.
"See? I knew you were going on a trip.
I'm coming with you."
"No, you're not."
"Yes, I am, Sam. You need me."
"Need you how?"
"This is a business trip, no?"
"Yes, but - "
"I sense very strongly that you are going to need my help, if you know what I mean."
Actually, I did know what she meant. I stopped reaching for my jeans as I stood there in front of my open closet. A closet, I might add, that was quickly filling up with clothes. Now that I could actually go into the light of day, I needed a whole new wardrobe, right? Like that tank top I had just dropped in the suitcase. Many cute tank tops, in fact. And shorts. And sandals.
Allison was, of course, referring to fresh human blood - fresh, as in, straight from the source. A living, human source.
Such blood energized me unlike anything I'd ever had before. Yes, I'd had human blood - but never hemoglobin straight from a willing source.
And Allison had been very, very willing. Apparently, she loved the experience.
I said, "I don't think my client will allow you to come."