Chapter 26Morning came too swiftly. Zofia didn't feel rested at all. It was more as though she had been running a marathon. The strange dream lingered and she couldn't decide what kind of a dream it was; prophetic, or just the usual clutter the mind collects and tries to get rid of through the night.
Dorian remained in bed while she dressed. He still looked pasty. She couldn't decide if this was a good color for a vampire, or not.
“How are you feeling?” she asked.
He spoke in his newly acquired whispered voice he'd used last night. “I'm fine. Don't worry. I just need some rest. Just go about your day,” he said, mustering a smile. “I find your bed a thousand times better than the tub.”
“I'm sure you do,” she said, giving him a weak pity-frown.
“Don't worry about me. I'll be fine,” he s
