“This is my room.”
Her face turned away from me and her eyes roamed the minimally furnished space again.
“It’s rather dark in here. What time is it?”
My hand came to my left pec, over my heart. “It’s after three in the morning. That’s nearly mid-day for me.” She stared at me and I realized I had so much to share, and no way to know where to start.
“Are you a vampire or something?” One eyebrow rose, lifting a corner of her rosy lip with it.
“God, no,” I breathed. I shuddered at the thought of drinking her blood. I wasn’t a vulture. On that note, something squawked in the corner of my room. The large black bird rolled its head in the direction of our visitor; its small, beady eyes assessed her.
“Is that a crow?” She sat back in horror, her hands braced behind her as she stared at my pet. Her head pulled back like the bird might attack her.
“She’s a raven.”
“What’s her name?” Her eyes hadn’t left the bird and the blonde tilted her head. The bird followed suit, mimicking the twist.
“Ray.”
My guest spun her head to face me. Her lips twitched. Her dark eyes gleamed. Suddenly, her mouth parted and she laughed. A glorious sound filled my room and I stepped back in surprise. My hands jutted out from my side, palms opening flat as if to brace myself. The noise flittered around the bed and rose to the dome ceiling of my space, flapping and fluttering. I looked upward, as if I could see it flying and floating around the darkness, illuminating the black with the very melody. I returned to stare at the creature making such a sound to find her bent over at the waist. One arm around her middle, the other braced over her mouth.
Don’t hold it in, I thought at the same time she apologized.
“I’m sorry.” She shook her head and her hair danced over her thin shoulders. “That’s not a very original name.” Her hand lowered and those lips curved upward, forcing her eyes to gleam and her face to pink. She smiled at me and heat, a temperature unfamiliar to me, rushed through me. Welcoming the warmth, I felt my lips curve to match hers, as if the motion of her mouth called out for a response from mine. If I wasn’t already dead, I knew it that moment, she would be the death of me.
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