Isabella stretched on the bed she still lay on. She stifled a yawn, then suddenly realized where she was, and that she had slept on the bed of the vampire king.
She couldn’t believe the dream she had just had.
She blinked for the tenth time, trying to push the memory away. How could she be having dreams like that? Her chest thumped wildly. She would rather die than allow that to happen, she swore deep within herself.
She stretched her legs, trying to sit upright on the bed, when her stomach groaned loudly. She wondered how many hours she had been sleeping… dreaming about that. In the dream, she had felt satisfied and happy, completely opposite to how she felt now.
Then, as she tried to sit up, a voice she hadn’t been expecting spoke.
“You snore… and how many hours have you been sleepi
