“Clara, what are you doing?” Dorian asked.
“Trying to make amends,” I replied.
“And then? Will you be able to sleep peacefully?”
I touched him, letting him understand my intentions.
“The paradox,” I whispered, “is that I can only sleep peacefully when I’m next to you.”
“And what if I’m not in the mood to sleep?” I teased.
“What would you rather do instead?” His tone grew warm, amused.
“Let’s play a game,” I suggested, though even I wasn’t sure yet what I had in mind.
“Clara, you intrigue me. What are we playing?”
“How about Truth or Dare?”
“Not bad. What are the rules of your version?”
“Just one.”
“I’m listening,” he said, and his eyes were no longer entirely human, touched by a growing hunger.
“The rule is…” I paused dramatically, “…there are no rules, Dorian.”
“Dangerous,”
