EPISODE 8

KEILAH

After cleaning off the dirt, I changed into a pair of clean, soft clothes, savouring the feeling of being less grimy. With my face now washed and the stinging ointment doing its work, I looked less like someone who had gone through hell and more like myself, even if bruised and battered. I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the last remnants of the strange encounter with Damien.

When I walked back into the living room, I found him still sitting on the couch, his head leaning back against the wall, eyes closed. His large frame made the couch look comically small, as though it was built for a child, not a man—or rather, not a vampire—of his size. He looked... tired. Drained, almost. His skin seemed paler than usual, almost as if he hadn’t fed in a while.

Do vampires even get tired? Or dehydrated?

Whatever it was, I didn’t want to disturb him. I walked past quietly and headed into the kitchen. The tension in the air still lingered, but I could at least make myself useful whi