CHAPTER 92
BLAKE
“Drive—“ I slid into the shotgun seat a few seconds ago but Miguel had not moved since I got here. He was stoned on his seat and gawking like a moron.
“Miguel—“ I prompted, irritably. We have too much to talk about yet he was here simply gazing at me.
He blinked finally and closed his eyes for a while, “Bloody Oath. Do you need to dress up like a vampire and come out of the woods? You almost sent me to the ER.”
“Sorry about that but—I didn't know you have a soft heart and damnnn--do you still believe in vampires?”
Miguel tittered and swayed his head and then queried, “Is that really you brother?” Then his tone changed, “why the hell did you let us believe you are unconscious for a long time? Is that some kind of a joke?”
He was thoroughly pissed I could tell, it
