EMILY
“Are you sure you are alright?” Mira asked for the umpteenth time.
How could I be alright? Not when I felt like my life was at stake. Not after I was close to a vampire and he told me to have a good week which I believe he meant of irony of it.
“Em,” she called.
I sighed. “I’m fine Mira. Just a little tired.”
She stared at me suspiciously, a look she usually gave me when she didn’t believe the words I said.
“I’m not some random stranger that’s just going to say it’s fine because you said you are fine. I know you so well and I can tell something happened so are you going to speak or do I have to force you?” She folded her arms across her chest, waiting for me to give her a reply.
“It’s fine Mira,” I told her.
“What’s fine? I’m asking you what happened to you but it seems you
