“I am the monster that breathing men will kill. I am… Dracula.” Elham read dramatically from Bram Stoker’s Dracula. She paused, folding the top corner of the page as a way of creating a bookmark and looked up to the three faces eagerly awaiting her to continue reading the novel to them.
She slammed the book shut and sighed. How did they even manage to talk her into this again? She shook her head. “That’s enough. Ruby and I need to work on fixing the space shuttle.” The book made a dull thud as she replaced it back on the drawers, and ignored the childishly protesting looks Ruby, Arthur and Ajax were giving her.
Her gaze momentarily went to Juniper; the steady rise and fall of her chest, and the pinched expression –almost a grimace that she had on even when asleep.
It had taken some time
