They headed back to the main room. Everyone else was already packed up for the night. Like old tea cups, she mused.

Verchiel motioned to the boxes. "I already told Jorick, the coffins are pretty small to share. You might want your own."

Panic fluttered in her chest. They wanted her to sleep in a box by herself? Were they insane? She couldn't

Then she realized she could. Before, she'd shared with Jorick because he didn't trust the other vampires not to kill "his ...