passed by a coven of vampires who, for some reason, bowed to Onyx as they passed. “What’s that about?” I asked. “I paid them twenty dollars to do that in front of you. You know, so I’d look cool,” he said, buying a caramel apple and passing it to me. “How’s she going to eat that with a sheet over her head?” Ames asked, amused, as I took it under my sheet with me to nibble. “I’ll always find a way for treats.”
