A Darkness Of Vampire

Chapter 11

Despite my efforts not to, I kept staring. I was seated over the edge of what Sofia called a counter, watching her as she made her way around the kitchen in a light yellow dress clinging to her curves at just the right places. She was making her breakfast – two pieces of bread that she stuck in a contraption she called a toaster. She retrieved a bottle of strawberry jam and a slab of butter from the "two-door refrigerator," which was apparently a cooling closet for food.

As she began dabbing butter over one piece of toast, her emerald green eyes rose to meet mine. She stopped what she was doing and stared for a couple of seconds.

I found it rather unsettling to have her look at me that way. I couldn't even understand why. She's just a girl, Novak. When have you ever been so riled up over one girl?

"What?" I asked her.

"Thank you… for rescuing me this morning. I was pretty sure nothing would stop the guards from turning me into their breakfast."

I didn't answer. She was my responsibili