“Have a good day, madam. And don’t—”
“I know the drill. Don’t isolate, but don’t over share. And don’t eat or kill anyone. I got it.” I rolled my eyes, thinking Mother would prefer to have background checks on every student at the high school. I knew she already had intel on the cheer girls’ families. God, she was paranoid. I wished she’d realize I was almost an adult and could handle myself. Thinking it placed me in a good position socially, cheerleading was the one activity she allowed me to participate in, so I counted my blessings and didn’t ask for more. Humans weren’t supposed to know about vampires or witches. Those that did posed a threat. Further, because I represented a species forbidden by witch and vampire cultures alike, Mother took every precaution.
I stepped out of the vehicle, face to the sun, taking in its warm glow. Southern California was the best place we’d ever lived, although San Ramon was a close second. Seattle had been miserable. I couldn’t believe we’d made it through two years in that cold, dark city. Every time I’d ask to move, Mother would say we could move to Portland, but it wasn’t any sunnier. We had a lot of outings when we’d lived there and traveled often to British Columbia, Vancouver, Calgary, even Alaska. Trips with Mother were the only thing I missed about the northwest.
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