“Em, are you sure this is the best way?” Nathan asked uneasily, staring at the funeral home. “This isn’t how you usually meet your invisible playmates, is it?” “Hardly,” I muttered. “If you can think of a better way, I’m open to suggestions. Trust me, nobody wants to go in there less than I do.” “That’s debatable,” Nathan grumbled under his breath. He turned to look at me and I saw that he looked a lot paler than usual. Like, a lot. I felt my lips starting to twitch and did my best to look solemn. I failed. When Nathan scowled at me, I started giggling and couldn’t stop. Seriously, it was just too much. My big, strong, fanged boyfriend was scared of going into a funeral home. What did he think was going to happen? Did he think he was going to end up in one of the coffins? “I’ve had that experience,” Nathan mumbled, picking that thought out of my head with no problems at all. Seriously, the whole mind reading thing could be annoying sometimes.
