“I miss Darryl,” Sage said one night. Zane and his siblings hummed their agreement. They had been sitting on the sofa in the living room, leisurely flipping through the channels, scrolling through Netflix, Hulu, and sss Prime, looking for something good to watch with little accomplishment. “He’d know what to watch.”
“Things really haven’t been the same since he left,” commented Meira. “Do you remember that time he took us to that party in Breckenridge?” Noah laughed.
“Good o’ Darryl,” he said, “didn’t realize that we wouldn’t be welcome at a vampire party.”
“Yeah, it smelled really badly there,” Zane interjected, shivering at the thought. He had always believed that vampires smelled like dead fish. With that many vampires, it smelled worse than anything else in the world.
Zane thought
