As soon as they arrived, everyone pulled out of the car.
The mountain air was cold and biting, the wind howling fiercely as it whipped Serene’s hair into a wild dance. The pulse at her neck gave off a faint, tantalizing scent of blood.
The vampires, with their heightened senses, instantly covered their noses in unison.
“Who’s the genius that thought playing baseball was a good idea? I absolutely refuse to be on Serene’s team!” one of them complained.
“Same here! I’m worried I won’t be pitching a ball. I’ll be pitching my lunch,” another added, grimacing.
Serene’s face darkened with annoyance as she turned to Ian, hoping for some support.
Ian also had his hand over his nose. He gave her an apologetic look. “Sorry, Serene. I don’t think today’s going to work out.”
Ramon, clutching his
