Josie
I'm making an evening sandwich with Misha sitting by my side. We are inside the kitchen, laughing and talking, until my dad storms into the kitchen with a hard-to-read expression.
It confuses me.
Is my dad mad about something? He gets along fine with Misha now, but oddly enough, he seems tense tonight. His purple eyes are glowing brighter than embers, and I grimace.
"Something the matter, dad?" Please say no. I don't want to deal with any family drama tonight.
But of course, my dad doesn't just say nothing is wrong. Instead, he clears his throat, and I know he is here for a reason. "I heard you two were traveling to the vampire realm tomorrow. I came to wish you good luck, but... I don't think you should go, Josie."
Oh my god.
Is he serious? What is with this family and th
