Chapter 11

“No,” she admitted. “But I pretty much stopped sleeping two weeks ago.”

Jess nodded. “I wish I could have stayed awake and kept you company.” He fiddled with his mug, sliding it back and forth on the table. “How are you feeling? Well, besides like an insomniac?”

“Relieved. Scared. Curious.” Her stomach grumbled, and she blushed. “And hungry, too, apparently. Sorry.”

“If you don’t mind waiting, Gideon usually makes breakfast after a night at the club. He’ll be out in a minute. But maybe I can help with something else. You don’t have to tell me what you’re scared of yet, but I’ll be happy to answer any questions you have.”

She couldn’t resist sneaking a glance at the empty doorway behind Jesse. A vampire who cooked. Any other time and the domesticity of the situation would have made her laugh with its absurdity. Considering everything that had happened to her, it actually made sense.