The moment I step into the kitchen, I know the two of them have been talking about me.
"Alright, lay it on me," I tell them.
Cade chuckles. "There"s nothing to tell you."
"I find that unlikely, you"re huddled in Bradley"s kitchen looking like a couple of old ladies gossiping about knitting patterns."
"Knitting patterns?" Bradley asks.
"Yes." I give them each a searching look, hoping it"ll trick one of them into revealing something about their conversation. When neither of them speaks, I pull out one of the other chairs at the table and drop myself on to it. "This only works if we talk," I point out.
"Where"s your vampire?" Cade asks.
"He"s gone back to the vampire dorms." I run a hand through my hair, trying to look casual even if I"m really checking that my cat ears haven"t returne
