Her laugh held the faintest shading of hysteria. "Are you reading my mind, Henry?" She turned to face them. "All right, you win. As long as you're here, you might as well stay." One hand sketched surrender in the air. "You might as well both stay."
"How did you convince Mike to go to sleep?"
"I merely told him that you'd need him rested tomorrow, that I was the logical choice to keep watch over the night."
"Merely?"
"Well, perhaps I persuaded him a little."
She sat on the edge of the twin bed in the room she'd grown up in and smoothed nonexistent wrinkles out of the pillow with the fingers of one hand. "He won't thank you for that in the morning."
"Perhaps not." Henry watched her carefully, not allowing the full extent of his concern to show lest it cause her to bolt. "But I did explain that it was a little difficult for either of us to give comfort when both of us were there. He seemed to agree." He had, in fact, grunted, "So leave." but Henry saw no need to mention that to Vicki.
"All of that while I was in the bathroom?"
"Should it have taken longer?"
"I guess not."
He'd been prepared for her to be angry at his highhandedness, would have preferred the bright flame of her anger to the gray acceptance he got. He reached out and gently captured the hand that still stroked the pillow. "You need to sleep, Vicki."
The skin around her eyes seemed stretched very tight.
"I don't think I can."
"I do."
"If you need to feed, I don't think... "
Henry shook his head. "Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow. Now get some sleep."
"I can't... "
"You can." His voice deepened slightly and he lifted her chin so that her eyes met his.
They widened as she realized what he was doing and she pushed ineffectually at his fingers.
"Sleep," he told her again.
Her inarticulate protest became a long, shuddering sigh, and she collapsed back on the bed.
Frowning thoughtfully, Henry tucked her legs up under the covers and moved her glasses to safety on the bedside table. In the morning, the two of them could trade stories about the unfair advantage he'd taken over mortal minds. Perhaps it would bring them closer together. It was a risk he'd had no choice but to take. But for the moment... He reached up and flicked off the light.
"For the moment," he murmured, tucking the blankets around the life that glowed like a beacon in the darkness. "For the moment, I will guard your dreams."
"Henry... " She raised herself up on one elbow and groped for her glasses. The room was gray, not black.
It couldn't be dawn because she could feel his presence even before she managed to find the deeper shadow by the door.
"I can't stay any longer." He spread his hands in apology. "The sun is very close to the horizon."
"Where are you going?"
She could hear the smile in his voice. "Not far. The walk-in closet in your mother's room will make an adequate sanctuary. It will take very little to block the day."
"I'm going with you." She swung her legs out of the bed and stood, ignoring the lack of light. Her mother had made no real changes in the room since she'd left, she'd have to be more than blind to lose her way.
At the door, Henry's cool fingers wrapped around her arm just above the elbow. She turned, knowing he could see her even though she could barely see the outline of his body.