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good? I will have to remember how good of a liar you are.” My brows rose as
I shook my head in disbelief while eyeing him with a playful coyness. I wasn’t
just an amateur next to Lara and Jezabell. I fell off the artistry pedestal
created by their work completely.
    Damien’s brow furrowed darkly as he
stood at the double doors down the hall waiting for me to join him. As I did so
in a slow human pace, he twisted a knob and held the door open for me to enter.
    Entering through that door, Damien
took me away to another world.

Of course, Damien’s room matched
the vastness of the rest of the house. However, it was nearly empty. No
paintings. None of the fancy décor I had seen throughout the rest of the house.
Just simple white walls and minimal furniture scattered recklessly throughout
the room.
    There was a Bose system on a lone
table, but no CD’s in sight. I assumed it was some sort of MP3 gig. Personally
I had never owned one. Too expensive.
    Next to the system was a slim black
laptop, no emblems showing the make on it at all. Aside from that, there was a
couch near the system and a bed off at the other end of the room.
    “And this is my room. Well, our
room now,” his deep voice seemed momentarily amused at the correction. “Not quite
what you expected, I see.” It was different than the rest of the house. Far
less overwhelming, but for its simplicity it was surprising. Damien walked to
the table and hit some buttons. Crossfade started playing at low levels. “Is
this all right? I can put something else on if you want.”
    “I like Crossfade.” Slowly as if
testing the waters, I strolled around the room in a large circle. Simply amazed
at how big it was. “This room is bigger than my entire apartment and then some,”
I didn’t sound impressed, more or less amused. He shrugged casually without any
verbal response to give.
    The exterior wall was all glass and
curved around the room rather than just a flat wall. It faced the west. It had
no décor because it needed none. The view alone was more than enough.
    Along the main wall, there was a
large open archway. I could see the stone steps leading to a massive tub.
Another solid door at the end of the room. Closet I assumed.
    The bed seemed out of place
strangely. I walked around the room slowly, mostly admiring the view from
different points as I made my way to the bed curiously. Magnificent and huge in
of itself was a four-poster bed. Solid black natural wood of some unknown
origin. My fingers drug the stiff fabric of the spread. Of course, it was all a
mix of fine Egyptian cotton and raw silks. There was just something strange
about it. “Vampires sleep?”
    “No. Jezabell insists it’s not a
bedroom without a bed though.” My fingers trailed over the comforter. It was
stiff as a board and smelled almost too clean. But not new. I could smell dust.
    “No, it’s never been used. In any capacity.” My brow rose slightly at his answer to the question I never asked. I
didn’t have to look to know he was smirking. All I could do was nod as I walked
around more. His eyes followed me, watching my blank expression closely.
    Everything was so spectacular
everywhere I looked. It was as humbling as it was breathtaking. Even such
simplicity was still somehow overwhelming. The view was all this room needed to
be perfect.
    “You all right?” Damien spoke in my
ear, startling me from his sudden closeness as his arms slid around my waist
slowly.
    “Yes. It’s just a lot to absorb I
guess.”
    Damien’s arm hung around my waist
as if he was still guarding me. I was so eased by his touch. It was like a drug
to me even still.
    He did not smile as he leaned over
to kiss my temple before pulling away to look me over slowly. Appraising what I
had become.
    “What is it?” My brow arched as my
arms folded around my torso tightly.
    “I’m still used to you being
warmer. This is different. It’s difficult to believe you’re no longer as
fragile as you were