Immortal Sins by Amanda Ashley Page B

her turn and hurry back toward her car. He wondered if she recalled the other dreams they had shared, wondered if they had been her dreams or his. They had seemed so real, perhaps they hadn’t been dreams at all, yet, what else could they have been?
    With a shake of his head, he continued down the street. He didn’t know how he was going to find his father’s sword, or locate the wizard who had stolen it from him, but in the meantime, Miss Karinna Adams was sure to provide a pleasant diversion.
     
    Because Jason Rourke was curious to learn about the century he found himself in, Kari was soon acting as his tour guide.
    Her evenings and weekends, once spent in mundane tasks, took on a new life. As soon as the sun went down, Rourke appeared in her living room, eager to explore the world around him.
    She spent one evening following him from room to room while he acquainted himself with things that had not yet been invented when he was a young man. He examined the gas stove, the refrigerator, the garbage disposal, the trash compactor, the toaster, and the microwave. She thought it odd that he had such a keen interest in such things, since he didn’t eat solid food, and therefore had no need of any of the kitchen appliances, but his curiosity was boundless. He poked around in her medicine cabinet, tried her blow-dryer, smelled her perfume and her toothpaste and her hand cream. He studied her while she sat at her computer, watched with some fascination as she printed a photograph from the Internet. He fiddled with the remote for the television until he figured out how it worked. He listened to the radio and to some of her CDs, then asked about her phone, her cell phone, and her fax machine.
    One evening, he taught her the dances that had been popular when he was alive, and then he insisted she show him how the people of this day and age danced. Being in his arms had been intoxicating. He moved like silk, his feet hardly seeming to touch the floor as he waltzed her around the room. It was a most amazing experience.
    They went to the mall again. He wrinkled his nose with distaste when she bought a bag of kettle corn. “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” she said, and laughed when he scowled at her.
    One Friday night, she took him to the movies. She hadn’t expected him to be awed by anything as ordinary as a movie. After all, he had seen movies on television, but he stared at the movie screen, obviously captivated by the size of the screen and the characters on it.
    “Truly an amazing age you live in,” he remarked as they left the theater.
    “I guess so.”
    Rourke took a deep breath. His senses had been assaulted by the numerous scents inside the theater. Popcorn and butter and salt, chocolate and soda, chips and cheese, hot dogs and mustard and relish. And overall, the scent of blood pumping through hundreds of beating hearts, playing like a sweet symphony in his mind. He shook his head, relieved to be outside, though even out here, in the open, the nearby scent of blood teased and tempted him.
    When Karinna pulled her keys from inside her handbag, he plucked them from her hand.
    “What are you doing?” she asked. “Don’t tell me you want to take another walk?”
    “No. I wish to learn to drive.”
    “Now?”
    “Yes, now.”
    “But…” She shook her head. It was after midnight, but she supposed that was the shank of the evening to a vampire. “I’ve never taught anyone to drive.”
    “I have watched you.”
    “I know, but…”
    There was no point in arguing with him. He was already opening the door, sliding behind the wheel, putting the key in the ignition.
    “Wait!” She quickly got into the car and fastened her seat belt. “Be sure to look behind you before you back out,” she warned. “Go easy on the gas.”
    Hands clenched, she watched him back out of the parking space, put the car in drive, and pull out of the parking lot onto the street. Fortunately, at this time of night, there