Not exactly true. I'd briefly met the ghost of one, but he hadn't been much help. A moment of silence as she studied me through the mirror. my stutter fell away. She drove for a minute, the silence heavy. Then her gaze rose to the mirror again, meeting mine. she whispered, staring at me. Hearing her words and seeing her expression, I knew Derek had been right last night. I'd just done something worse than raising the dead--I'd confirmed her worst fears about us.