Ryder’s POV

“You go.”

“No, you go.”

“No, you.”

“Stone, paper, scissors!”

“Haha! You’ve got to go now, Ryder,” Chester snickered, giving me a hard shove up the stairs while everyone was distracted.

“Screw you, you troll,” I muttered, slinking up with vampire stealth.

After I finished my little errand in seconds—thanks to my freakishly fast speed—we casually joined the others in the living ...