I stared at Thomas.
He grimaced. "I know, it's weird…."
"No," I said, holding up my hand. "It…makes sense. A scary amount of sense."
He snorted. "Yeah. Her mind was a little messed up after she got away. Hence the...inaccuracies."
"Sparkles? Blood? Psychics?"
Thomas shot me a look. "Yeah."
I grinned. "You know I'm not going to let this go. Ever."
He sighed. "And you wonder why I didn't tell you before."
I leaned back on the couch and pondered the not-so-startling information that Stephanie Meyer had once been a White Court thrall.