It was a weird thing to me, the next morning, thinking about going to class. Like everything was fine and nothing had changed. But things had changed.
The strangest dreams plagued me all night, tied to the vampire and her history-the ancient people she encountered, her battles with Cesard. And though I woke completely rested and feeling like I'd slept for a week rather than just a few hours, I'd finally found my worry button.
Every time I tried to think about her, though, I found myself instead focusing on Quaid or the attacking vampire problem. How much control did she have and was she able to deflect my thoughts?
As I crossed the Yard on my way to breakfast, Sashenka chattering away beside me, Charlotte hovering so close I was sure she'd walk on the back of my shoe at any second, I reached inside with purpose and touched the vampire.
Listen, I sent, I know we've gotten on along well so far, but stop messing with my thoughts or you'll find yourself behind a shield.