“I looked at him in confusion and wondered why he was acting so helpless. He was an half-vampire he could have easily broken the doors or windows, right?
“Why didn’t you snatch the keys from Jacqueline?” he made a face and huffed.
“When did you start using keys?” I looked at him and pointed at the window.
“The doors and windows are bordered with the indigo crystals, I can’t cross that,” he said and muttered the last two words angrily.
“And this one?” I asked and pointed at the door through which I had entered.
“That can be opened only by the key made out of the moonstone,” he replied reluctantly and walked past me.
I shifted my glance away from him and surveyed the room when all of a sudden my eyes fell on the huge bed that was resting next to me. What was worse? The floor and the be
