“Right? I’m like a vampire! And you’re like a ghost!” Waylon snorts. “And you’re…” She drags the word, frowning deeply, like she’s thinking real hard. He scowls, glaring up at me, like it’s my fault she can’t come up with anything. I shrug, and look down, nibbling on my pretzel. “You’re a demon!” Izzy blurts.
