CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
He sat there sitting across from me with his head c****d to the side, waiting for me to elaborate. I didn’t know what to say, how much to tell him. I mean a barley knew him even if he had helped me find that cabin. And if Warren was right about Zane being a vampire what was Darren? I should’ve asked him earlier. As I sat there looking into his eyes I felt like a could trust him. But would he even believe me? I looked around and saw that there were people all around us, who knew who might be listening in? “I’ll tell you about it later. Promise.” He lifted his eyebrow at me and stared me down. “Does this have anything to do with you missing class?” I looked away. “Maybe.” He sat back in his seat and sighed. His face softened. “Okay, I’ll hold you to it.” I nodded and sighed in relief. Then
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