You're an idiot," she whispered tearfully.
Finally, he opened his eyes and stared up at her; by then, she had moved on to stroking his hair and crying. She sat beside him on the edge of the bed, trying very hard not to bump him or let her cold tears fall on his bare chest and arms.
For a moment he blinked at her. Then he asked, "Are you dead too?

Author: Melissa Marr