The warmth of the sunlight on my face was the first thing that woke me up the next morning. I blinked, disoriented, and looked up at the ceiling before rolling to my side to find the bed empty. No sign of anyone. I sat up, the blanket falling from my shoulders, wondering how it even ended up covering me in the first place. My stomach growled, a reminder that it had been nearly a full day since I had eaten.
Despite my own hunger, I couldn’t stop thinking about Catherine. She was supposed to help her twin, but now I feared she might have been stripped of her powers just like me. How had this human boy—Stefan—been able to do that? The thought nagged at me, but I pushed it aside, focusing on my own situation.
Just then, the door creaked open, and a red-haired girl entered with a tray. Her un
