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sits beside Damen, her hostile thoughts transforming her aura from bright yellow to a very dark red.
    "Miles is texting his latest Internet crush, hornyyoungdingdong307," she says, avoiding my eyes as she as she busies herself with her cupcake. Then gazing at Damen, she adds, "So, how was everyone's weekend?"
    I shrug, knowing she wasn't really addressing me, watching as she taps the frosting with the tip of her tongue, performing her usual test lick, even though I've yet to see her reject one. And when I glance at Damen, I'm shocked to see him shrug too, because from what I saw, he was poised for a much better weekend than me.
    "Well, as you can probably guess, my Friday night sucked. Big-time. I spent most of it cleaning up Austin's vomit, since the housekeeper was in Vegas and my parents couldn't be bothered to come home from wherever the hell they were. But Saturday totally made up for it. I mean, it rocked! Like, seriously, it was probably the best night of my entire life. And I totally would've invited you guys if it hadn't been so last minute." She nods, deigning to look at me again.
    "Where'd you go?" I ask, trying to sound casual even though I just envisioned a dark scary place.
    "This totally awesome club that some girl from my group took me to."
    "Which group?" I sip from my water.
    "Saturday is for codependents." She smiles. "Anyway, this girl, Evangeline? She's like a hardcore case. She's what they call a donor."
    "What who calls a donor?" Miles asks, placing his Sidekick on the table and sitting down beside me.
    "The codependents," I say, bringing him up to speed.
    Haven rolls her eyes. "No, not them, the vampires. A donor is a person who allows other vamps to feed off them. You know, like suck their blood and stuff, whereas I'm what they call a puppy, because I just like to follow them around. I don't let anyone feed. Well, not yet." She laughs.
    "Follow who around?" Miles asks, lifting his Sidekick and flipping through his messages.
    "Vampires! jeez, try to keep up. Anyway, what I was saying is this codependent donor chick, Evangeline, which, by the way, is her vampire name, not her real name—"
    "People have vampire names?" Miles asks, setting his phone on the table where he can still peek at it.
    "Totally." She nods, poking her finger deep into the frosting, then licking the tip.
    "Is that like a stripper name? You know, like your first childhood pet plus your mom's maiden name? Because that makes me Princess Slavin, thank you very much." He smiles.
    Haven sighs, striving for patience. "Uh, no. It's nothing like that. You see, a vampire name is serious. And unlike most people, I don't even have to change mine, because Haven is like an organic vamp name, one hundred percent natural, no additives or preservatives." She laughs. "I told you I'm a dark princess! Anyway, we went to this really cool club somewhere up in L.A. called Nocturnal, or something like that."
    "Nocturne," Damen says, gripping his drink as his eyes focus on hers.
    Haven sets down her cupcake and claps. "Yay! Finally, someone cool at this table," she says.
    "And did you run into any immortals?" he asks, still gazing at her.
    "Tons! The place was packed. There was even a VIP coven room, which I totally snuck into and hung out at the blood bar."
    "Did they card you?" Miles asks, his fingers racing over his Sidekick as he partakes in two conversations at once.
    "Laugh all you want, but I'm telling you it was way cool. Even after Evangeline sort of ditched me for some guy she met, I ended up meeting this other girl, who was even cooler, and who also, by the way, just moved here. So we'll probably start hanging out and stuff."
    "Are you breaking up with us?" Miles gapes at her in mock alarm.
    Haven rolls her eyes. "Whatever. All I know is that it was better than your guys' Saturday night—well, maybe not yours, Damen, since you seem to be up on these things, but definitely those two," she says, pointing at Miles and me.
    "So how was the game?" I