and I was amazed by what I saw.
12. SEEKING THE TRUTH
The floor in the room appeared to be glass, a crystal-clear mirror reflecting everything that touched its surface. A queen-sized canopy bed sat in the center of the room draped in shining silk black sheets and blankets. Matching pillow cases covered the four pillows that rested atop the mattress. The posts holding up the bed were spiraled silver bars that held up matching silk curtains which enclosed the bed. Two identical black nightstands sat on either side of the bed.
My eyes were fixed on the floor now, watching our reflections following us through the dim-lit room. It took me a moment to realize there was a chandelier dangling from the ceiling. Salem gently placed me on the bed, tugged the covers from beneath me and draped them across my body. The smooth silky texture felt amazing against my skin. I turned over onto my side, facing the wall and relaxing my head against the cool texture of the pillows.
“Is this your room, Salem?” I asked, shutting my eyes tiredly.
“Yes, alth ough I don't put much use to it,” h e said quietly as he sat on the opposite side of the bed behind me. He ran his cold fingers through my hair and a smile spre ad across my lips as he asked, “Would you like to stay in the bedroom this time ?”
“I already regret telling you no the first night you offered to let me stay in one of the bedrooms, ” I chuckled lightl y as I enjoyed his gentle touch .
“You are always welc ome to stay here,” he whispered. I could feel him closer to me now. I tensed slightly as he lay on the bed and wrapped an arm delicately around my torso. “If you are uncomfortable, I can leave.”
“No, I'm plenty comfortable, ” I said as I relaxed. “I'm just not used to this.”
“Neither am I,” h e confessed .
I turned my head to look at him, “After these hundred years, you have never been with anyone like this?”
“I've been waiting for you, my twin soul,” h e replied quietly.
“Twin soul...” I muttered the words sleepily. “I like that.”
“Good,” h e smiled again and kissed me gently on the cheek. “Get some sleep. You can call to apologize to Jason tomorrow.”
“Oh, no...” I moaned, about to sit up. Salem held me down.
“There's no point in bothering him now, Alexis. He is probably asleep or at least on his way home from the party,” h e assured me.
“You're right, ” I sighed, shut my eyes and fell asleep in Salem's embrace.
When I woke up, I found Salem lying beside me, his arm still around my waist. I turned over and smiled happily at him. “I was certain I was dreaming again.”
“Well, if yo u are, I hope you never wake up,” h e kissed me gently on the forehead. “You should call Jason after you have eaten.”
“I will, ” I mumbled as I stretched. “What's for breakfast?”
“ It's already been taken care of,” h e grinned. I eyed him suspiciously. “Follow me downstairs.”
Resting on the dining table was a plate of French toast triangles sprinkled with powdered sugar, a small portion of strawberries , and a glass of orange juice. Beside the plate was a glass vase with a single red rose in it. I blushed at Salem as he took my hand and led me to the table. “You shouldn't have...” I said quietly, admiring the food hungrily.
“It isn't as if I slaved over a stove to make it,” he smirked, “h opefully you still enjoy it just the same.”
“Of course I will!” I insisted and sat down. Salem sat across from me and watched me eat. I savored each bite. “Do you eat regular food?” I said after swallowing a mouthful of toast.
“No, it serves little purpose.”
“Do you miss it?”
“ Certainly ...” h e frowned, “But at the same time it's better for my diet!”
We both shared a good laugh at that and I finished my meal. Salem then passed me the same phone I had used last night and I redialed Jason's number. It took longer this time for him to answer.
“Hello?”
12. SEEKING THE TRUTH
The floor in the room appeared to be glass, a crystal-clear mirror reflecting everything that touched its surface. A queen-sized canopy bed sat in the center of the room draped in shining silk black sheets and blankets. Matching pillow cases covered the four pillows that rested atop the mattress. The posts holding up the bed were spiraled silver bars that held up matching silk curtains which enclosed the bed. Two identical black nightstands sat on either side of the bed.
My eyes were fixed on the floor now, watching our reflections following us through the dim-lit room. It took me a moment to realize there was a chandelier dangling from the ceiling. Salem gently placed me on the bed, tugged the covers from beneath me and draped them across my body. The smooth silky texture felt amazing against my skin. I turned over onto my side, facing the wall and relaxing my head against the cool texture of the pillows.
“Is this your room, Salem?” I asked, shutting my eyes tiredly.
“Yes, alth ough I don't put much use to it,” h e said quietly as he sat on the opposite side of the bed behind me. He ran his cold fingers through my hair and a smile spre ad across my lips as he asked, “Would you like to stay in the bedroom this time ?”
“I already regret telling you no the first night you offered to let me stay in one of the bedrooms, ” I chuckled lightl y as I enjoyed his gentle touch .
“You are always welc ome to stay here,” he whispered. I could feel him closer to me now. I tensed slightly as he lay on the bed and wrapped an arm delicately around my torso. “If you are uncomfortable, I can leave.”
“No, I'm plenty comfortable, ” I said as I relaxed. “I'm just not used to this.”
“Neither am I,” h e confessed .
I turned my head to look at him, “After these hundred years, you have never been with anyone like this?”
“I've been waiting for you, my twin soul,” h e replied quietly.
“Twin soul...” I muttered the words sleepily. “I like that.”
“Good,” h e smiled again and kissed me gently on the cheek. “Get some sleep. You can call to apologize to Jason tomorrow.”
“Oh, no...” I moaned, about to sit up. Salem held me down.
“There's no point in bothering him now, Alexis. He is probably asleep or at least on his way home from the party,” h e assured me.
“You're right, ” I sighed, shut my eyes and fell asleep in Salem's embrace.
When I woke up, I found Salem lying beside me, his arm still around my waist. I turned over and smiled happily at him. “I was certain I was dreaming again.”
“Well, if yo u are, I hope you never wake up,” h e kissed me gently on the forehead. “You should call Jason after you have eaten.”
“I will, ” I mumbled as I stretched. “What's for breakfast?”
“ It's already been taken care of,” h e grinned. I eyed him suspiciously. “Follow me downstairs.”
Resting on the dining table was a plate of French toast triangles sprinkled with powdered sugar, a small portion of strawberries , and a glass of orange juice. Beside the plate was a glass vase with a single red rose in it. I blushed at Salem as he took my hand and led me to the table. “You shouldn't have...” I said quietly, admiring the food hungrily.
“It isn't as if I slaved over a stove to make it,” he smirked, “h opefully you still enjoy it just the same.”
“Of course I will!” I insisted and sat down. Salem sat across from me and watched me eat. I savored each bite. “Do you eat regular food?” I said after swallowing a mouthful of toast.
“No, it serves little purpose.”
“Do you miss it?”
“ Certainly ...” h e frowned, “But at the same time it's better for my diet!”
We both shared a good laugh at that and I finished my meal. Salem then passed me the same phone I had used last night and I redialed Jason's number. It took longer this time for him to answer.
“Hello?”
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