Loren scaled the beach, a giant shell in his hand. It was one of a dozen treasures he'd dredged up from the bottom of the cove in the last hour. Like a hopeful puppy, he slid to a stop at the foot of Micah's beach chair and thrust the shell in the bald vampire's face. "Look at this."
Micah flinched back and wiped droplets of sea water off his nose. "Yeah, I see it." Loren waited a second and he added, "Nice one."
Loren deposited it in the chair next to him, with his other treasures. "Are you sure you don't want to try it? I can show you how to swim. Even if you don't catch on it's okay. We can't drown."
"Yeah, sure we can't," Micah grumbled.
The conversation felt like something from a sitcom. The vampire looked like a thug. Muscles bulged from his white tank top and ink decorated his
