12
Mirror Image
Alex was in a rotten mood, and I wasn’t even to blame. I’d woken to my alarm around noon—the first time that I could remember since becoming a vamp—and been ready to go when he swung by to pick me up an hour later.
My promptness hadn’t made a dent in his foul mood. And when I asked if everything was okay, he’d snapped at me—so we’d driven in silence.
He parked the car in the drive and ran his hand through his hair. “Sorry. I didn’t sleep well last night.” His gaze remained firmly fixed in the distance. “Nightmares.”
I could only imagine what kind of nightmares a man like Alex had. “I’m sorry. Have the spirits been bothering you?”
He closed his eyes and shook his head. “No.” He turned and looked at me. “I just wanted to tell you I’m sorry for letting it interfere with
