The next day, Cooper tells me everything.
Okay, probably not everything. But enough to make me question things I had previously accepted as reality.
It all starts with breakfast, the morning after the most intense night of my life (thus far). I show up to breakfast a little earlier than usual, ravenous—for more than just food, but, you know, I’ll take what I can get.
When I get there, Cooper is there, too—with a giant shiner on his eye.
Vampires can get bruised? Pretty sure the media got that one wrong.
“What happened?” I ask when I see him, feeling surprisingly concerned, despite everything I’ve learned.
“Oh, this?” He waves a hand as he sips at what I hope is a Bloody Mary but not an actual, blood smoothie. “It’s nothing. Got kicked by a horse.”
I could easily make a joke, roll my
