The crimson tide receded, and the sun rose again, only to hide behind a perpetual curtain of gloom.
No one knew about Sandra's arrival. No one except Adam.
Kara relieved him around midnight. Since then, Adam had only been pretending to sleep. He couldn't sleep. His conversation with the vampire kept replaying in his mind.
What did the vampire want from him?
Why didn't she attack him or the others last night?
Why did she warn him about there being spies everywhere in the spirit plane?
Was she an ally?
No, she couldn't possibly be!
She was acquainted with Dorian, the vampire whose brother Adam had killed. So how could she possibly be a friend?
Damn that vampire!
Adam sat with his back against the wall. His head hung low as he tried to make sense of what had transpired last night.
The vampire had cast a spell on others so they couldn't eavesdrop on their conversation.
Why would she do that?
The more Adam thought about it, the more confused he grew.
