Katelina opened her eyes and blinked at the twilight bedroom. The four poster bed, hung with heavy red curtains, felt medieval. A carved wardrobe and cinderblock walls added to the effect. She closed her eyes and imagined she was in a castle. Outside would be royal gardens, dripping with Sunday morning sunshine.

Except, if there was, I'd be burned to a crisp. The sun does that to vampires.

She opened her eyes to look at the man sleeping next to her. Jorick's dark hair ...