"What's to reckon? It succeeds across straightforward to me. This nephilim personality warms up with minor immortals and now decides to take on the higher ones. Sick and twirled, but well, that's the way it is. On the luminous flank, probably we're
out of danger now—no offense to Jake or Scholes."
"I don't know." I tilted my head back, speculating.
"Something still isn't right to me. There's something we're skipping. Listen to them in there. Why is Jake being such an nincompoop about all of this? Why won't he pay attention to Scholes?"
The young vampire glanced up from his perusal of the movies and bestowed me a polite smile.
"I never reckoned I'd discern the day when you advocated for Scholes. You must have gotten absolutely chummy this previous week."
"Don't get any romantic misconceptions," I cautioned him.
