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Me

OMG

I'm not answering any more texts tonight

Dante sent me a heart in response. I couldn't help but snort.

Dante

I can feel your amusement through the bond

Sleep well

I didn't reply.

I'd eventually figure out a way to convince the vampire to let me go home and go back to feeding myself… but I might as well enjoy the fancy, free food while it lasted.

fourteen

OPHELIA

I ran out of space on my paper-and-tape map around midnight.

I wasn't ready to be done. There was too much to do.

But running out of space meant I had to leave the studio and venture out into the rest of the mansion.

The lights throughout the place were barely bright enough to see everything. It was the perfect level of dim to make every room I walked through feel cozy. Not dark, or dangerous. Just cozy.

The darkness in me that I usually tried not to acknowledge seemed to preen. My wings forced their way out, so I stretched them while I searched for more paper.

I tried not to be fascinated by the way Dante's shadows seemed to dance over my wings in particular as I searched, but failed. It was fascinating.

A few of the rooms were completely empty, but I checked every cabinet, desk, and dresser drawer I could find as I searched for paper.

I found nothing, though.

And more nothing.

And even more nothing.

When I ran out of places to check, I reluctantly texted Dante.

Me

I can't find my printer paper

Do you know where it is?

He didn't answer.

Of course he didn't. He was a fancy businessman; there was no way he was up past midnight.

But I'd found a brand-new minivan in the garage, with all of my pottery transportation stuff packed neatly in the back, during my search.

Did I need a new vehicle?

No.