The days were passing slowly in our place. Daniel left me to sleep in the bed all by myself even though I protested. We were not even sleeping at the same time, but I felt as if he was building barriers between us. He avoided touching me, except for when I had to feed. Sometimes I wished I could undo what I had told him, but it felt good to be more sincere. I wanted to tell him everything, but I was still holding back. I was not used to trusting anyone. Vampires, after all, were conniving in their blood; even friends could not be fully trusted.
Daniel asked me about my burns continuously.
"I promise you, it's getting better," I assured him. His eyes were always on me with concern.
"Let me check your back," he asked.
"It's healing, mostly," I lifted my shirt to show him.
I was not ly
