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But a tiny, demonic piece of me really was hoping he meant it about that bath, if only so I could see him again soon and make sure he was all right.

In the meantime, I’d go see Griffin and make sure hell hadn’t broken loose in my absence.

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After a hot bath in the antique tub in my room, provided by Orpheus who had made the steaming water appear as if from nowhere, I felt refreshed and ready to go see Sam.

Dinner had been an awkward affair, with Mor glaring at me angrily while Os tried to soothe the tension. Meanwhile, Simon kept making attempts at convincing Griffin to let him drink his blood.

I had to admit I kind of liked the vampire. He wasn’t like anyone I’d met, but his bluntness made me trust him more than someone smoother who could hide things easier.

I pulled on a blue silk strappy nightgown, a bra, and a blue silk robe that had been delivered to my room with other clothing and went to the mirror to finger-comb my hair.

It was drying in dark waves, silky and lustrous despite everything I’d been through. Looking at my oddly delicate features and burning blue eyes, for the first time, I liked facing myself.

I liked seeing the woman who had survived so much. Who had escaped the haven and found a new world.

I touched the collar around my neck, wondering if it would come off tomorrow. Then I pulled my hair back in a low ponytail with a band from my wrist and looked myself over once more.

The silk looked amazing against my pale skin, and my heart beat a little more rapidly when I wondered what Sam would think when he saw it.

We hadn’t been alone for a significant amount of time since that day he’d nearly made me pass out from pleasure.

I didn’t know if he was expecting to do something again.

I didn’t know if things were different between us after what had happened.

A knock sounded on my door, and I sighed and went over to it. When I opened it, Simon was standing there, leaning against the doorway.

“My favorite human,” he said. “Thought I would check in on you.” His eyes roamed over me, taking in my outfit. “Hm, thinking of visiting our resident incubus?”

I gasped and grabbed him inside, shutting the door behind him. “What are you doing? Not everyone knows that—”

“Right, Griffin probably doesn’t,” Simon said. “The others are playing stupid if they claim not to. It’s obvious. The boy ishawt.”

My flush probably confirmed his point, but I gave him no words to do so.

Simon swished his cape over his shoulder and sat on my bed. “But you aren’t a human, are you? I call you my favorite human because I don’t know what else you are. Are you a shifter like Griffin? Maybe with a little bit of demon?”

I glanced at him, not sure what I should say.

Simon landed back on the bed, both of his palms resting behind him to prop him up. “Show me yours, and I’ll show you mine.” He grinned.

“What do you mean?”

“Tell me more about yourself, and maybe I’ll tell you more of what you’re wondering. After all, I know almost everything there is to know about Sam and his brother.”

I swallowed. There were a million questions I wanted to ask, but I wanted to give Sam the chance to tell me the answers himself.

But would he ever? The proposition Simon presented was tempting.

“You have too much dignity for gossip?” He folded his arms. “That’s boring.”

I laughed. “Well, I can tell you I’m a wolf shifter. Because you’ll probably see me running on the grounds.”

Simon’s eyes widened, and he shook his head quickly. “No, sweetheart. Don’t even leave these walls without someone with you. Don’t go outside of the fence. Don’t run in the graveyard either. It’s rude, you know.”

“Why can’t I leave? There’s no one anywhere in this mist.”

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