Sofia
Dan stared at me, and I lowered my gaze so that he wouldn't think I was challenging him, so I was startled when he started laughing uproariously, as if I had said something hilarious.
He spoke between laughs. "You believe that I'm a vampire, but you still met me for coffee. What were you thinking?"
I shrugged. "I thought you seemed okay, so I decided to give you a chance." I did not tell him that part of it was to prove to myself that I really could do what I wanted with my life. And maybe a part of it was rebellion against the misery of my childhood. I could hang out with a vampire if I wanted to. Forget the hunters and all their anti-supernatural propaganda. I shrugged. Also forget the overprotective werewolves and the mate bond that I could not quite seem to escape.
I didn't
