7
Confession Is Good for the Undead Soul
“Whoa, what’s wrong with you?” I removed my hand from Alex’s chest, where it had landed in an attempt to keep me from falling on top of him.
The glimmer in his eyes faded, leaving a much more controlled Alex standing in front of me.
“He thinks I made you cry, Mallory,” Gabe said quietly, as if raising his voice would poke the beast. Please. Alex wasn’t that volatile. But Gabe kept his voice even as he said, “Your eyes are bloodshot and red. You look like you’ve been crying.”
“He didn’t,” I said to Alex. “It was partially hearing about Dot, but mostly just the day I’ve had.” I put my hand in the center of Alex’s chest and pushed him back a few steps. He was invading my personal space, and that was making it hard for me to think.
Gabe thankfully
