The bruises fade away, little by little. After a few minutes, I can estimate Julia's healing capabilities.
Just as I thought, she's not as fast as a vampire. Yet, it should be enough to keep her safe.
Bruises are a hell of a wound. They need a few hours to completely disappear. My students often walk out of the gym with black eyes or broken noses, and they complain for the rest of the day.
These small hickeys, though, aren't much. They wouldn't even have shown up on me. On Julia, they become paler with time.
A part of me is displeased. I've used my efforts to leave sweet marks all over her neck and shoulders, and all that work is turning out into nothing.
When the girl moves to sit up, I realise I can't let her approach the mirror on the wardrobe. Nor the one in the bathroom.
Not for the next few minutes. I can't imagine what Julia will do if she finds out that I lied.
«Where are you going?» I ask her.
