Chapter 606
They headed back to the main room. Everyone else was already packed up for the night. Like old tea cups, she mused.
Verchiel motioned to the boxes. "I already told Jorick, the coffins are pretty small to share. You might want your own."
Panic fluttered in her chest. They wanted her to sleep in a box by herself? Were they insane? She couldn't
Then she realized she could. Before, she'd shared with Jorick because he didn't trust the other vampires not to kill "his human". Now that she was one of them, what reason did she have not to sleep alone?
Because I don't want to.
Regardless of what she wanted, Verchiel was right. They couldn't both fit in a box, so she resigned herself to slowly climbing into her own. The lining was musty, but it was better than bare wood. She stretched out slowly, noted a lack of padding, and watched as Jorick slid the lid into place.