excerpt: eventide

His voice caught when he opened his mouth to speak, so he cleared his throat. “Are you okay?” he asked, not moving from the archway.

“I’m tired. I shouldn’t have done this now.” She spoke to her knees.

“I don’t think there’s any social etiquette on the proper time to discuss vampires.” He came into the room, placed the wine bottle on the coffee table, and bit back a laugh at the expression Laurel wore–as though she didn’t know whether it was polite to laugh at his awful joke.

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