Michael
Blood-red walls cloud my vision. I focus on the spiraling, floral velvet details of the wallpaper instead of the tall, dark-haired man pacing vigorously across the room, leaving tracks in the carpet.
Roses. Mom has always loved roses, and this room is a testament to her love of daylight, sunshine, and those late summer flowers that bloom in such a rich, dark red it reminds everyone of blood.
Fitting for a family of vampires, I surmise. Well, mostly vampires.
I check my wristwatch and sigh as Cole continues to mumble curses under his breath and twist his fingers through his black, slightly wavy hair.
“Shouldn’t it have started by now?” Cole’s ocean blue eyes meet mine. His normally handsome, chiseled features are blurred by stress as he pulls his hand over his face, pinchin
