Twelve:
My eyes flashed open as I felt someone intrude on my sleep. The blue-eyed detective glared at me accusingly.
“Do ye make a habit of entering a lady’s bedroom without knocking?”
I asked tersely, as the young fledgling stared into my eyes.
“So, it wasn’t a dream?”
He growled the question, and I gave him a small, sad smile.
“Alas, no. Yer awakening now as Vampyr.”
I informed him, and his eyes seemed to showcase the internal conflict he was experiencing.
“How do I know this is all real? That you’re not gaslighting me?!”
He demanded, and I threw off my covers, revealing my healing wounds. They’d healed a lot further in the past two days. So much so, I didn’t need as many of them covered. He saw the rapid rate of my recovery with his own eyes. The wounds he’d witnessed only
