Chapter 32A half hour later, Zofia slid under the sheets, next to Dorian. She had scrubbed the demon smell off in a hot shower, but nothing could cleanse her guilty conscious. A glacier chill came off of Dorian when she reached to touch his back.
“Don't,” he said.
Startled, she stopped.
“I'm sorry,” she said.
“I'm not feeling well,” he said. “I'm feeling strange—inside.”
“The potion?”
“The potion. Yes. It's doing something to me.”
“It must be working,” she said, mixed feelings of elation and terror filled her. The potion was doing something to his insides. Was that why he wasn't hungry tonight?
“I don't think you should touch me because of whatever's going on inside me.”
“Oh, okay,” she said. “But I need to talk to you.”
“Maybe… tomorrow. I'm really dead tonight.”
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