Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85

I sit in the corner of the couch, my fingers still trembling from the storm of realization that’s just hit me like a freight train. I’m trying–really trying to rationalize what I’ve just learned, but it’s like trying to plug a hole in a sinking boat with paper towels.

Thane’s still kneeling on the ground on the far side of the couch, his presence a heavy weight in the air between us. The silence isn’t comforting anymore–it’s suffocating. Griffin and Mike are still standing in front of the bay windows, with their eyes fixed on me, as they wait for the storm to pass.

But I don’t know how to make the storm stop.

I feel my signature sarcasm creeping back into my voice, my only defense mechanism, the thing that’s always kept me safe till now. “You guys are really good at this, you know? If this is some sick joke, it’s a shitty one.”

It’s Griffin who steps forward, tilting his head slightly, as he somberly says, “It’s not a joke, Harley.”

1 scoff, rolling my eyes, trying to push the absurdity of everything that’s been said and everything that I’ve just discovered to the back of my mind. “Of course, it isn’t,” I say, throwing my hands up in mock surrender. “Why would I think it was? It’s all perfectly normal. Vampires, right? Why not!”

Then, suddenly, it hits me. A thought so ridiculous I almost want to laugh, but I can’t. What if… What if Griffin and Mike are vampires too? The thought sparks in my brain like a match striking, and I blurt it out before I can stop myself

“Wait,” I say, my voice.a little too high–pitched, “Are you…” I start as I wag my pointer finger between them, “vampires too? Because if you are, then that’ll be one hell of a plot twist.”

Griffin stares at me for a beat, and then, as it it’s a typical Saturday night, he confirms it, with a cocky smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah. You caught us.”

The first real laugh I’ve had in what feels like forever bursts out of me, shaky and completely inappropriate. It’s also hysterical–the k that borders on madness. Because how clse am I supposed to make sense of this?

I laugh more, and harder, clutching my stomach like the weight of it might topple me over. “This is insane!” I say, gasping between laughs. “I mean, really. Vampires? In real life? What is this, some twisted horror show?”

Griffin’s voice cuts through my laughing fit, and it’s sharp and direct, totally unlike the guy I’ve come to like in the past week, “Harley. You’re laughing, but you’re still not getting it.”

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