A Shade of Vampire 8: A Shade of Novak(40)

I had tried to pry but it had just earned me his ire. I just had to trust that he would help me to escape as soon as he could.

The following evening as I was getting out of the shower and drying my hair, the oak doors creaked open below my balcony. I wrapped the coat around me and looked down over the banister.

Caleb sat on the stone steps, staring out over the frozen dark island and the sea beyond.

I hurriedly got dressed, dried my hair as best as I could, and left the room. I rushed down the stairs until I hurried across the entrance hall.

“Caleb,” I said, placing a hand on his shoulder as I reached the snow-covered steps.

He didn’t flinch at my touch as I had expected him to. I sat down next to him in the snow.

“Thank you,” I said softly.

He stared at me, his expression hard to read, as though he wasn’t sure how he should be reacting to my expression of gratitude.

He cleared his throat. “I don’t know why you would thank me.”

I sighed, averting my eyes to the beautiful view surrounding us.

“You tried to save Ben and I from Stellan,” I said. “You’ve looked out for me ever since I got here. You just nursed me back to health. Look, I don’t know what this place is, Caleb. But it honestly feels like you’re the only light I have here. Guiding me. Making me believe that there’s still hope I might escape. Just thinking about what I’d do if you weren’t here…” I shuddered and turned to face him again. “Just thank you, okay? For being my light during this long, dark night.”

His eyes widened and his lips parted, as though he was going to say something. But then he glanced away from me and looked back out at the view.

I moved closer to him on the step and, lifting his arm up, placed it around my waist. He tensed up, but I didn’t move away. I rested my head against his shoulder, settling myself in closer against the contours of his body.

“A vampire has never felt warmer to me than you do right now,” I whispered.





Chapter 29: Caleb





For being my light during this long, dark night.

Her words replayed in my mind long after she had spoken them.

Me? Her light?

The words sounded so preposterous, at first I’d thought that she was joking. But when I’d looked down into those beautiful green eyes of hers, I’d seen earnestness behind them.

I hadn’t known what to do or say as she wrapped my arm around her small waist. And when her warm body pressed closer against me, my muscles tensed as her nearness overwhelmed my senses.

After she showed no signs of moving from her position, I felt concerned that my coldness was starting to drain the warmth from her.

“I don’t want you getting sick again,” I muttered.

I removed my arm from her waist and, taking both her hands in mine, pulled her to her feet.

Still holding her hand, I led her inside the hall. I reached into my pocket and locked the doors.

When I turned around, she reached her arms up around my neck, requesting that I carry her. I obliged, swallowing hard as I glanced down at her soft neck, mere inches from my mouth.

I placed her down outside her room and turned to leave, but she caught my hand and tugged on it.

“I never asked you to return me to my room,” she said, a shy smile lighting up her face. “It’s not my bedtime yet.”

My stomach writhed as she started running up the stairs toward my room, pulling me along behind her.

Once we reached my level, she ran along the corridor and pushed open my unlocked door. Still holding my hand, she pulled me through the hallway until we reached my bedroom.

She slipped off her coat, revealing an emerald-green dress that clung to her delicate curves. Still wearing her slippers, she walked over to the CD player in my lounge.

“Rose?”

She glanced back over her shoulder innocently, looking up at me through her long dark lashes.

“Yes?”

“What are you doing?”

She didn’t answer until she’d pushed a CD into the machine and turned up the volume. She walked over to me and, grabbing my hands once again, tugged at me to join her in the center of the living room.

“Being your light.” She smiled.

If only you knew how much you already are.

“Dance with me,” she said, laughing. “Come on.”

I hesitated, staring down at her.

“You were never this shy before when I asked you to dance.” She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, drawing herself closer against me. I tensed again at her closeness.

“Come on, Mr Achilles,” she whispered, gazing up at me. “You know I’m hopeless without you.” She brushed her fingers through my hair.

Slowly, I allowed my hands to slide down her back and settle on her waist. I felt goosebumps as I touched her.

“Teach me,” she coaxed.

She began moving against me. I went slow at first, watching her as she moved her feet, making sure I wasn’t going too fast. But as the music picked up, I stopped being so concerned since she seemed to be coping with my speed just fine. I raised my eyes to her smiling face. That drew out a smile from my own lips.

“You make me look like I’ve been dancing all my life,” she laughed.

“I do?”

She nodded.