Chapter 3
“A picnic?” Sian’s face lit up as she repeated what I’d said.
“Yes, a picnic,” I replied, the smile tugging at the corner of my mouth making it hard to say the words without sounding at least a little amused. I was feeling horrible about how often my thoughts had strayed back to dream-man over the past few days, even if I knew he was nothing more than a figment of my imagination. And as a result, I was determined to make it up to her. Even if Sian had no idea that was what I was doing. Damn it all. I was going batshit crazy. All I needed now was to actually turn into a bat, and the transformation would be complete. Good job vampires couldn’t do that, or I’d be really worried.
“Where are we going?” She was almost bouncing up and down, not that I was complaining. With every litt
