“Don't you dare.” “Don't what?” he asks, the smile brightening as he loses the battle to keep it at bay. “Don't you laugh at me,” I say, still trying to look serious even though part of me so wants to hear the sound of his laugh again. “I just dropped a mic on you. You're not allowed.” “Is that the rule? You never told me that rule.” “It's implied. Longstanding vampire tradition. Vampire drops mic, no laughing or arguing allowed. Vampire wins.”
