"Then... when you watch it, you’ll know!" he said with a pout, clearly upset that I’d ruined his fun.
Amid the fear and uncertainty of the situation, his irrational behavior somehow lifted my mood. A faint smile crept onto my lips despite myself.
I couldn’t resist teasing him. "Does your skin sparkle in the sunlight too?"
His face twisted into an annoyed grimace. "You said you didn’t watch it!"
"I didn’t," I replied with mock sincerity. "I just saw a lot of trailers."
He sighed, exasperated. "For your information, no, our skin doesn’t sparkle. Let’s just say we’re sensitive to ultraviolet light, but we don’t burst into flames the moment we step outside either."
I studied him more closely now, noticing his unnaturally pale complexion. Turning to the driver, I saw the same eerily lifel
