Excerpt: Nightlife

“You,” she whispered. It was an accusation. I knew I was the last person on Earth she ever wanted to see.

But that’s her problem, not mine.

Besides, I’m the one who gets a big “mission accomplished” stamp on my Baddie Résumé. Didn’t Melia tell me to just find her tonight? Not only had I found her, I’d made contact.

Two gold stars for Ethan.

I took another step closer and she didn’t look any less shocked. Maybe if she had a stake in her hand she would’ve been motivated to move, but as it were, she was empty-handed.

Sucks for her. She’s a psychic. Shouldn’t she know when there was a vampire after her ass? Obviously not. But I hadn’t even recognized her. Not only had she dyed her hair an unnatural color, she’d gotten skinnier, too. Like, drastically skinnier. It was kind of unnerving, but at the same time not that unpleasant.

And she had the stone around her neck. The stone the Baddies needed, just like Melia had said.

She just stood there in her slutty witch costume. She’d said one word to me and looked like she wasn’t about to say any more, so I decided to take the initiative.

“Hey, Stargirl,” I said.