“Vampires. I’m telling you this.” Nate repeatedly jabs his forefinger on the surface of the table so hard that his plate with burger and fries rattles. “It all points to vampires.”
“Nate, buddy.” Celeste lets out an exasperated breath. “There’s no way vampires can get into the school. We have not only ironclad security but the wards—”
“Ironclad?” He snorts. “Cooey, how the ever-loving cheese curds do you think the attacks are happening in the first place? Because clearly, someone’s getting in.”
“Didn’t you mention the last time that it might be someone in this school?” Celeste rolls her eyes as she bites into her burger. Speaking through a mouthful of food, she continues, “I think it’s someone in here. Why else would it keep happening?”
I poke a fry, listening to my friends bickering b
