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shit.”
     

 
     
    Four
     
     
     
    She was confused at first; the bed she woke up in was unfamiliar. Her mattress had always been hard, with a few loose springs, yet today it was so comfortable; the back ache she’d sported for so long had considerably subsided, and there was no doubt that the soft pillow under her shoulders had something to do with it.
    The best was the feather-light, yet deliciously warm cover. She didn’t think she’d ever felt something as heavenly.
    Everything came back to her all at once. She wasn’t Vincent’s slave anymore. She belonged to an ancient she didn’t even know the name of.
    Now she was over the fact that her life had taken a surprising U-turn, she was grinning. Sure, she wasn’t certain what would be in store for her yet… but she decided to be optimistic until something made her feel otherwise. He’d seemed considerably more civilized than the average bloodsucker. Perhaps he might even be one of those masters who asked whether it was ok to bite before going for it?
    Her surroundings greatly contributed to her good humor. The room around her couldn’t have been more different to her previous home: where Vincent’s place had been dark, cluttered and gloomy, this one was modernized to the nth degree.
    The bedroom was luxurious and gigantesque – almost the size of Vincent’s drawing room. Two walls were painted grey, another one, covered in blue and gold lush wallpaper, but it was the last she went to.
    The entire façade was a floor to ceiling window, to which she was drawn to like moth to a flame. The view way, way down below was unparalleled; she’d seen pictures of New York City by the bucket load, but nothing had prepared her for this.
    They used to call it the city that never slept. Now it did, during the day. Fay must have woken up just in time to catch twilight, and there was no car in sight, saved for a handful of wayward yellow cabs.
    The city was dead and beautiful.
    “Pretty impressive from up here, right?”
    She turned to find a plump, smiling woman who must have been somewhere around her fifties. 
    To Fay, she was an oddity. Older people had been rare in Riverville to start with; they’d all moved out as soon as they had been free to, and in her three years confined in Vincent’s home, she hadn’t seen anyone who looked one day past thirty-five.
    Also, the woman didn’t have a collar. Not every human did – there were plenty of free ones – but if she wasn’t mistaken, she was in the ancient vampire’s home. Yet that human wasn’t a slave?
    Fay bit her question back; asking outright would be rude. 
    “It’s gorgeous. I would love to visit,” she admitted longingly, wondering whether she’d ever be allowed to, or if she’d be kept like a bird in a cage again.
    At least, this cage was pretty.
    “Of course, poppet. Just be sure to always take a few men with you; a pretty girl like you can never be too careful.”
    What. The. Hell. She could go out, just like that?
    Recovering from that bombshell took so long the older lady had moved on to another subject; she was now babbling about her wardrobe.
    “So, you’ll only find essentials in there, for now,” she told her, gesturing to a chest of drawers artfully painted a dark blue brushed with gold, like her vibrant wall. “I bought you t-shirts and some yoga pants; sorry dear, I didn’t know your size, so they may not be the best fit, but Agnes is very much looking forward to taking you shopping in the best places tonight.”
    Her head was hurting so bad right now, she didn’t even bother trying to understand. The world wasn’t going to make sense for a little while and she had to deal with that.
    “What’s your name?” she asked, before the lady could throw another confusing tirade at her. “I’m Fay. Fay Turner.”
    “Zeva, Poppet. I’m the housekeeper upstairs – I don’t mesh with the whole mess in the rest of the building, but if you need anything done up here in the penthouse,