"Yes." She abandoned the food and rubbed her eyes. They were eating— well, she was eating—room service in Ethan's suite before she left for work. "She said she was fine." Ethan took a sip of his drink, which looked remarkably like a strawberry daiquiri, minus the cherry. "I know." Alexis leaned back and unbuttoned the jacket of the suit she was wearing. "But I have something to tell you, Ethan." She felt like hell, running on zero sleep, and worrying about Brit-tany. While showering and slapping some makeup on, she had re-alizedthat not only did she feel like hell, she looked like it, too. But she trusted Ethan, which kind of blew her mind, but she did, and she needed his advice. He was looking at her, a touch of wariness in his eyes, his glass hovering in front of his mouth. "Yes?" "The other night I got an e-mail inviting me to join a vampire slayers message list. I don't know who they are, or how they got my name. But what if they know aboutBrittany ? Do you think we should tell her?
