ROMAN:
As she lay there on the bed, her teeth sharpening against the plumpness of her lips. I surveyed her, pressing a strand of hair behind her ear, and it was at that moment that I noticed that her ears had sharpened-if possible-even more than it was before. Fine white hairs-barely noticeable grew at the point of her ears.
“What is this?” I whispered, my hand touching her ears; they were soft-almost like silk and they were so smooth.
Immediately after I said this, I regretted it. Mina’s eyes went wide with concern. Shakily her small hand latched onto my arm. “R…Roman?”
When she said my name, I felt helpless. Every ounce of confidence that I’d ever had in knowing what to do in impossible situations had dissipated immediately in that moment. What had I done to her? I had no clue, and
