Nevermore, the Complete Series by K. A. Poe Page B

continued walking down the hall, passed an opened door to a restroom on the left, then a closed door on the right – which I could only guess was a bedroom. Finally we approached the last door at the end of the hall.
    He pushed it open 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, although I don't put much use to it,” he 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 spread 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 laughed lightly as I enjoyed his gentle touch.
    “You are always welcome 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. Not only was this all new to me, but there was always still that little nagging deep down that he could hurt me at any moment. “If you are uncomfortable, I can leave.”
    “No, I'm plenty comfortable,” I said as I relaxed a little. “I'm just not used to any of this.”
    “Neither am I,” he 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,” he replied quietly.
    “Twin soul...” I muttered the words sleepily. “I like that.”
    “Good,” he 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,” he 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 almost jumped up until the memory of the previous night quickly rushed back to me. Instead, I turned over and smiled happily at him. “I was certain I was dreaming again.”
    “Well, if you are, I hope you never wake up,” he 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,” he grinned. I eyed him suspiciously, noting the purple flash in his eyes. “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, “hopefully you still enjoy it just the same.”
    “Of course I will!” I insisted and sat down. Salem sat