Where's Your Mask

I shook my head but remembered Professor Pops mentioned someone would bring over my mask when it was ready. "It could be my mask."

She closed her book, and I went to the door, Cindy following beside me. "Do you want some of my blood?"

I laughed, opening the door. "Are you offering?"

"Nooooooo," she said, but laughed as well. "You aren't some bloodthirsty fiend." She said it as a statement, and I figured it was mostly to convince herself.

"I'm just me. Snow White, the girl you've known since forever."

"That's a relief." And it was.

I heard it in her voice and by the beating of her heart. She peeked over my shoulder.

Dorian was outside, near the passenger door of an extensive black limousine.

He bounced up and down, and I guessed he was cold.

The limo seemed like overkill. Professor Pops' mansion wasn't that far away.

"Shall we?" I held out my arm to Cindy.

"You go. I need to put away my book." I watched her walk carefully over to her bag.

Lifting my dress, I went out onto the po