“No.” Michael and I replied in unison.
“We have to go to the king,” Edric said, ignoring Michael beside him and keeping his attention on me. “If what that girl told you is true, it is the entire vampire race that is at stake here, not just your friends.”
It was a big argument. The entire vampire race, I would surely care about that right? Except I did not. Because not only did they do less than nothing for me, apparently historically they kind of are douchebags. My friends were still the highest stake for me, and the same could be said for Michael.
“Bring us back to Colombia and you can return to your king,” I told him. “We are continuing our plan.”
“You can’t even walk, Marigold,” Michael added. “We would be sitting ducks.”
I wanted to throw something at them both, something to re
