I hid at the foot of the bed, crawling between two pillows that had been carelessly thrown there, and peeked out from my cave. “I hope she doesn’t become a tripping hazard for Aristide.” Ker shifted her weight back and forth, then glanced at the vampire. Aristide shook his head. “It won’t be an issue. At the rate her heart pounds, I’ll be able to pinpoint her location in any room with ease. She is an anxious creature.” Anxious doesn’t even begin to describe how I’m feeling! This was, by far, the worst-case scenario I could have ever wandered into.
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