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two of the things I would never take for granted—having spent too many nights just trying to imagine what it felt like to lay this way with him again. But, despite the tight embrace I fell asleep in, as my mind rose from deep REM, I suddenly felt too much space around me.
    I opened my eyes and blinked until the blur wrapped the corners and the featureless walls of a dark room—the space decked out with a single bed, a table and a lamp, with curtains hanging over what victims who came here would assume was a window. It wasn’t. This room was designed to contain the screeching terror they’d express when they realised this would be the last room they’d ever see. But the cement walls and iron door couldn’t lock away the screams of the past. I could still hear them—hear every cry ever muttered, every whimper and every plea. The quiet prayers for mercy were embedded in the bloodstains on the walls—deaths by the hundreds having occurred in the one tiny space. And there were twenty more rooms like this, each one authorised by signature of the queen.
    With Loslilian being so far away from towns or cities, we’d approved for the vampires residing here to have their particular dietary needs shipped in, provided they disposed of the bodies thoughtfully and quickly, keeping all kills discreet and private.
    But, unless I’d been typeset on the menu as ‘meal of the day,’ I really had no reason to be down here.
    I sat up fully and tucked my legs to my chest. The iron door was closed, probably locked, making the room as dark as it was cold. I always imagined these rooms were a little more inviting, maybe pleasant. But, then, how was a room of death supposed to feel?
    Being immortal hadn’t made accepting the death of humans any easier, and that was precisely why I had never come down here.
    “ Hello?” I called, but it seemed like everyone had gone to bed. Except for the shapeless figure I spotted in the corner. I held my breath, waiting for it to move—praying to God it wasn’t a dead body. Not that a dead body would move, but . . . you know what I mean. It’d be pretty darn scary if it did. My life story had gone from normal to vampire in just a few weeks, and I wasn’t about to start adding zombies.
    “ Hello?” I said again, this time a little quieter. And the figure moved—just once, just a breath taken and held, then, it turned its head and looked my way.
    I pressed my back to the wall, making myself smaller.
    “ Who’s there?” it said, easing my rapid pulse.
    “ Jason.” I exhaled his name.
    His eyes narrowed, searching the wall, his gaze sweeping past me several times. He shook his head at himself then and turned away.
    “ Please?” a small voice muttered.
    My eyes focused on a balled-up shape between him and the wall—its skin reeking with the sweat of fear.
    “ Please, don’t hurt me,” she said.
    “ Shh.” Jason squatted down, brushing her thick, dark hair off her face. “I promise, no harm will come to you.”
    “ What do you want with me then?”
    “ Nothing you can’t handle.”
    “ Where am I?” she said, her voice calming a little under Jason’s spell. “Where’s Jeff?”
    The vampire looked off to one side. “He’s . . . at peace now.”
    “ What?” Her eyes went wide enough that I could suddenly see the whites. “What do you mean?”
    “ He’s taking a walk through Purgatory,” Jason said, cupping her ponytail. “He’s looking for you there.”
    “ What are you doing?” Her voice quivered.
    “ I’m not going to hurt you.” He yanked her hair, angling her head sideways to lengthen her neck. “I’m just going to kill you.”
    A scream split the seconds into minutes, the realisation of her own death sinking in only as Jason’s teeth did, breaking her skin and severing the windpipe until the cry became nothing but a gurgled whimper. The thick, warm scent of blood filled the air, burning my nose and throat. I rolled onto my hands and knees and pressed my wrist