I woke up early the next morning. Dorian was still on top of the bed, facing me, his hand still holding my own. I pulled my hand out carefully, as I wasn't sure if vampires slept or not, and got up.
"A little early for you to be up, isn't it?" Dorian moved, sat up, and looked at me.
"I have something to do today." I told him as I went to my desk and opened a drawer, and then stopped as I spotted the drawing I'd done of Xander and pulled it out of my sketch pad and turned it over after grabbing a pen.
"Anything I can help with?" He asked lightly.
"I doubt it," I told him quietly. "You'll probably not agree to my plan anyway, so..."
"You're going to run away," Dorian answered with a slight sadness in his tone, as if he knew it was coming.
"I have to," I told him softly. "I can't cause
