19. (JO POV)

(JO POV)

Upon our return to his room, Dane playfully tossed me onto the bed. Flying through the air, covering what felt like an impossible distance before landing perfectly in the center of the bed, was terrifying and exhilarating. As the initial shock faded, replaced by a rush of excitement, I couldn't help but bounce on the mattress. "How did you do that?" I asked.

With a smile, Dane showcased his vampiric speed again, pulling the table up to the bed and laying out all the food instantly. He even plucked a rose from the bushes outside his window so swiftly that I barely registered the movement, only feeling the gust of wind it created as he handed it to me. "Wow," I breathed out, genuinely impressed.

"I'm really old, Jo," he explained, his smile still in place. "I've had literal centuries of practice and mastery over just about every vampire trick you can think of."

Curious, I took a fry and asked, "Then why don't you do that more often?" as I munched on the food.

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