~ NYSSA
I lifted my head, my eyes locking on the mirror in front of me.
The girl in the mirror had tired eyes and pale skin, the corners of her eyes were red rimmed from stress, and her lips were pulled down into a frown. She looked like me, but didn't at the same time. The girl in the mirror was a werewolf, a lycan's mate, she wasn't a blood sucking vampire.
A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts.
I ignored it, waiting for whoever was on the other side to leave but to my surprise, they knocked again.
"I know you're in there," Eric said fiercely. "I'd rather not walk into the bedroom you share with the king but I need to make sure you're not in there spiraling."
He knocked again and I knew that no matter what, he wasn't going to stop until he got what he wanted. With a sigh, I pulled myself to my feet and trudged over, letting my head rest flat against the door.
"I'm fine," I whispered, voice soft but audible enough due to the distance.
