I looked up at him, smiling sweetly in a voice too low for the humans to hear. "I was born in the year of our Lord, 1758. I think I'm old enough to enter." Of course, I could have shown him a fake ID, too, but vamps knew you could fake anything you wanted-if you had the money. Then, I smiled menacingly as my eyes flared.

"Sorry, Miss," Burly said, touching my shoulder. "It's just protocol. Go on in."

Body print. He didn't know what he just did when he touched me. But, then ...