Victoria's POV
First hypothermia. Now germs? Was Lucian turning into some vampire-human hybrid doctor overnight?
I stared at him, stunned. "You do realize I’ve been held hostage in like four different hellholes, right? And now you’re worried about me catching gems from fries?"
He only shrugged.
I huffed, but picked up the fork.
Whatever. He was feeding me. He was drawing me a bath. He hadn’t bitten me in the last twenty-four hours. All in all?
A weirdly romantic start to vampireholm Syndrome if such a thing existed.
He left me eating and walked toward a part of the wall I hadn’t even realized was a door until it melted open like some luxury hotel illusion. Seamless. Hidden. Classy. Of course. It had to be the bathroom, and yeah, it made sense it was camouflaged into the wall — woul
