8 - Never Trust A Vampire

By the time I dried off and dressed again I found a little tray on the bed with some type of chicken dish and a Dr. Pepper, my favorite.

I grinned, someone must have told him. I couldn’t remember the name of the she-wolf that worked in the kitchen, maybe she had known.

Sitting on the bed against the headboard, I moved the tray into my lap. My stomach was practically lurching at the plate and I couldn’t get it down fast enough.

I felt my shoulder again, and was still just absolutely stunned. It was really as if nothing happened and I couldn’t understand how that was possible. I felt like I could run a marathon.

Should I get up and go look for Godfrey? No, he’s probably busy. I put the tray on a dresser and laid back in bed.

Ember made me roll toward Godfrey’s side and shamelessly smell his pillow. I lifted the covers over my head and just inhaled. He hadn’t been under the covers but regardless they still smelled like him. Why did he even have covers? Just so there wasn’t an ugly bare