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I lift one foot, then the other, peeling off my socks.

The shower curtain is already pulled back, so I reach in and turn the water on.

Naked, I turn to the mirror above the sink.

I look like me.

Pale skin. Wide hips. Large tits. Soft stomach. Thighs that rub.

I start to slide my stack of bracelets off my wrist, then I freeze.

In the cave, I used one of these to hold my hair back.

My hair hangs down past my nipples as I look down at my arm, trying to remember which bracelets I put on this morning. And if any of them are missing.

I bite my lip, those tears threatening again.

I can’t remember. I have so many bracelets. A bowl on my dresser filled with them. And I think I just grabbed a random handful this morning.

Did I grab my heart one today? The one where the heart-shaped beads are all the colors of the rainbow?

I look back up at my reflection. At my unruly hair.

The memory of pulling my hair back is as real as the memory of that man, that vampire, opening his eyes.

Not caring that I’m naked and the curtains on my front windows are open, I rush back out of the bathroom to the bowl of bracelets I keep on top of my dresser.

But no matter how much I search, I can’t find the one I’m looking for.

Chapter 4

Vameer

My movements are stiff as I lower my feet to the floor.

I kick off the last scraps of my sandals, and as I stand, my linen pants fall to the floor into a pile of dust and scraps.

I knew I’d be a little slow after resting, but the rigidity of my muscles is more than I expected.

A question for later.

I roll my neck side to side, causing my robe to tear.

The fabric that had been oversized is now tight across my shoulders. And my new longer, thicker horns are ripping the hood.

I pull in another lungful of the apple-tinged air.

She was here.

I woke, looking into her eyes.

I step toward the doorway.

My cock pulses against the heavy wool covering my body.

Those eyes.

Human eyes.