“Why are you so angry? Is it because of Bella?”

“Who says I’m angry?”

“Your body vibrates when you’re mad.”

“It what?” How the hell could she know that? I was doing my best to keep my thoughts well hidden from her, and as far as I know, not even the most well-trained operatives have ever been able to read me.

She lifted her head off my chest and looked at me. At least she was no longer crying. “It’s like the ground after an earthquake, like ...