Chapter Eleven
Bryce's arm is slung over my shoulders, the weight of it surprisingly comforting.
"Are you sure you're okay with everyone knowing we're together?" I ask him. It isn't something we've ever talked about, so I want to be sure.
"I brought you back from the dead. I think everyone already figured it out," he points out.
"I wasn't dead, I was dying," I mutter.
"Is there a distinction?"
I shrug. "You tell me. You've been a vampire your entire life."
We carry on down the corridor, not paying much attention to anyone else. There's no need to. They don't concern us.
"Technically, you did die when you turned. It's something that happens to all turned vampires."
"Oh. Does that mean I'm technically dead?" I ask.
"Kind of," he admits. "But also kind of not. I'm not too sure how i
