When Elena woke up, she was met by a slightly pink ceiling. This one was different to what she was used to the last few days. She surveyed the place and found the heavy velvet curtains drawn to let in light.
I thought vampires didn't like light. Or maybe they did it because of her. She was about to move when she felt someone's presence beside her. Startled, she turned to find Gabriel seated on a rocking chair, a book in his hand.
"For a moment, I thought you were dead," he said without looking from his book. He snapped it close and met with her surprised face.
"I admire your appetite for sleep," he chuckled and rose from the chair.
Elena was confused by his statement. Exactly how long did she sleep? And as if he had read her mind, he answered.
"We arrived yesterday afternoon with you glued on my shoulders. I had to carry you from the carriage to our room. You should have seen the maids giggle."
Was he proud of that?
