NIKLAS
Cole and I sang along to an old country song playing somewhere I couldn't see, as we got aboard a train.
I was going to see Garrett Palms. No, it wasn't the name of some fancy resort or safari. It was the name of the only vampire I knew who— potentially— could help with the issue Alex had made known to me when he saw me about four months ago. I was certain he COULD help.
Now when I said I knew that Garrett could help me, knowing who he was, I didn't expect him to do anything other than to offer advice. While I was certain that Garrett could solve my problem since he was the strongest vampire alive, I knew he had never been one to fight people's war for them. If it wasn't me, I was sure he wouldn't even bother listening to whatever we had to say. He had always been somewhat len
