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us were famished. Hania noticed my concern.
    “Don’t worry,” he said. “We won’t let you starve. We have donors, people who give their blood willingly. There are containers in your refrigerator. I know that it’s not preferable, but… we’ll discuss it tomorrow morning.”
    What? Is something wrong? I asked Hania, shielding my thoughts from the others.
    Don’t worry. We’ll tell you tomorrow. It’s complicated. “Get some rest. We will see you two in the morning.” He said the last part aloud.
    Verloren and I entered a luxurious apartment. First we went through a great room that lived up to its name. This was followed by a combined living area and kitchen. Throughout the apartment a beige stone tile floor was offset by crimson furniture. Verloren set his sunglasses on the counter and headed for the fridge.
    A door opened to the bedroom. I went inside, flipping the light on. There was a king-sized bed with a thick red comforter. When I opened the next door I found a bathroom with a garden tub and separate shower stall. The whole bathroom was done in a rugged stone tile.
    A nice hot shower. That’s what I needed.
    I dropped my backpack to the floor, sat down on the edge of the tub, and took off my wet socks. The tile felt warm under my feet. When I looked into the mirror my heart sank. It wasn’t my horns, wings, or tail that bothered me, nor was I concerned about fangs or skin of ghostly white. It was the eyes… always the eyes.
    I approached the mirror to examine them. My irises merged with my pupils in two pitch-black pools. That was the work of the virus. They were like two black holes swallowing all light. The fact that hunger had pulled my flesh as tight as a drumhead didn’t help.
    Verloren appeared in the doorway, holding up two stainless steel containers. When he grinned at me I pointed at my eyes and said: “I don’t know how you can look into these bottomless pits every day and smile.”
    He sat the containers on the counter, placed one hot hand on the side of my neck , and stared into my eyes. “I don’t see any of it,” he said. “It’s you. It’s your soul. It wouldn’t matter what you looked like. It wouldn’t matter what body you were born into. It will always be you. If I lost you again I would spend eternity looking for you. I would never let myself forget again. When I look into your eyes I don’t see anything but you.” A crooked smile spread across his lips.
    “If you perished I would look for you till the end of time,” I told him.
    “I doubt that either of us will come back after this life,” he said, picking up the containers from the counter. “Vampires lose their souls. Do you want O negative or AB positive?”
    “Human vampires lose their souls. Nothing has been proven with incarnate vampires,” I told him.
    He winced. He was having a premonition and keeping it from me. He blinked.
    I sighed. “You know you’re getting better at pretending nothing is happening when you see those. What did you see?” I took a container from him.
    “It was a blur,” he said. “I couldn’t keep up. It had something to do with the forest, but it was foggy or… smoky?”
    His eyebrows scrunched together.
    “Maybe you should let me see them,” I suggested. “I might help.”
    He smiled sheepishly. “The feeding restrictions are odd,” he muttered, changing the subject.
    “Yeah. There is more to it than Hania is letting me see. It looks like we’re going to find out tomorrow.” I kept the bond between the blond werewolf and me deeply hidden.
    It was odd I never felt hungry unless someone brought it up. I opened the container and sniffed the contents. It smelled good. I drank it.
    “It won’t taste that great because it’s cold,” said Verloren, “and you’re not taking it from its source.”
    It did taste stale, but it wasn’t horrible. It reminded me of bad hospital food; you never prefer it, but you have to eat it. I pulled the empty container from my mouth and