My Beloved Vampire

My muscles were fucking sore.

It didn’t take long before my eyes shut, and I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. Or so I thought.

Minutes or hours might have passed—it was impossible to tell—when I felt someone shaking me awake.

“Baby, wake up,” Ginevra’s soft voice whispered into my ear, followed by the lightest kiss on my cheek.

Goosebumps prickled over my arms. How the hell had he gotten here?

“Ginevra?” I asked, my gut twisting with unease as I opened my eyes slowly.

I froze, my heart pounding erratically as I glanced around. The room was semi-dark and completely unfamiliar.

“You’re safe now,” he said, his tone soothing.

“Where are we?” I muttered, still scanning my surroundings. My gaze landed on a mirror, and for a fleeting moment, I caught my reflection. But it wasn’t my face staring back—it was a woman’s. Her features were indistinct, blurred like a half-remembered dream, but I knew it was me.