Sierra pushed her head further into her pillow. Now that he left, it was time to think logically about everything. Her eyes moved to the corner of the room where Adam Wright was fuming with anger. He had an ominous aura around him. No matter what happened, the spirit of the dead man had no right to dictate what she would do. He had no right to be angry either. His eyes shot her with a gloomy look. Her shoulders tensed up when she heard him cursing her for loving a vampire, a predator of humanity. He called her a traitor and a sinner.
Her head felt heavy and her body felt tired from all the late-night exercises. She felt as that time when she was young, running all around… With a friend… She had the feeling there was someone in her memories that used to play with her all the time. However, the memories were blurry. It was as if they were purposely erased. There wasn't any benefit in hovering about it.
