“He does.” Maddy leaned forward and shook Theresa’s hand, knees going akimbo. “He’s got his own shit going on, so he’s not completely freaked, just cautious because, hey, vampire. He told me he got in a physical altercation with one on the street, right out in the open. Some chick with red hair said hey, screw the onlookers, let’s rumble. They had a comic book style battle. I think there was property damage.”

She scratched her knee through a hole in her jeans.

“He didn’t tell me until way later.”