She Runs with Wolves
“Awesome. Thanks.”
“You’re chipper,” I commented, turning the key in the engine and checking behind me before pulling out. “I thought you’d be more hungover.”
“Oh, believe me, I am,” she huffed. “But we’re going to get coffee, and coffee fixes everything. Plus, I want to hear the details about being a vampire.”
“You seem a lot more accepting of it today,” I said, a little spark of hope coming to life in my chest.
She shrugged. “We went through something last night. Besides, you clearly aren’t the attacker. I can’t say I’m entirely understanding of it yet, but I’m hoping you’re more Twilight and less, say, Lost Boys.”
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