Chapter 8: Come TogetherTy
I wished there was someone I could have talked to about this. Not Jimmy; I didn’t think he’d stop being friends with me, but normals didn’t know vampyres really existed, and he’d be sure I’d lost my mind.
Dad was out. He knew vampyres existed, coming from a family that produced sabors, whose destiny was to feed them, but he’d be devastated to learn I was having problems.
And Adam…well, how could I tell him that, in spite of the fact I was supposed to fall in love with each vampyre who came to feed from me, it didn’t seem to be working that way with me? I’d refused six other vampyres, which apparently was unheard of, although I couldn’t understand that. If Adam said I didn’t have to, what was the big deal?
The two I had accepted after Adam—one had been the Reg
