Chapter 383
When Katelina woke the next evening she felt she'd dreamt something important. She blinked against the gloomy darkness, to find snatches, like wisps of cloud. There was a feeling of peace, a distant siren, a lake, but she couldn't remember the rest. The cold of the floor seeped through her layers, and the Christmas lights flickered. Many of the bulbs were burnt out and left the strand looking like a gap toothed grimace. In the false twilight she could see the other vampires standing, stretching, and leaving. She rolled over to find that Jorick was still asleep. She brushed his hair back from his face, and gently traced his cool lips. The blisters were gone, and he was perfect again.
Though extra sleep probably wouldn't hurt him, she didn't like the idea of him being helpless while the Black Vigil was awake. "Jorick," she whispered and shook him gently. "Jorick."