“Did you just eat?” “No.” I flush, mortified. “No,” I repeat, but the peanut butter sticks to the roof of my mouth, garbling the syllable. “I was told Vampyres don’t eat food.” I can’t remember the last time I felt this degree of embarrassment. “Serena made me,” I blurt out. Lowe glances around, to the zero number of Serenas in sight. “Not now
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