Okay, first things first: immediate problem—Lucius.
And whether it was even remotely safe for me to close my damn eyes, or if I'd wake up to find him strangling me in my dreams until my body stopped breathing in the real world.
Yes, I actually asked Salem about it.Because since that damn cat started talking, he seemed smarter than most people I've met—and believe me, I've met some "educated" morons.
Salem was lying sprawled across my desk, paws tucked neatly under his chin, like some smug academic.
"Salem," I hissed at him, my voice all cracked from last night's nightmares. "Is it even possible? Can a vampire really walk into people's dreams and, you know... murder them in their sleep?"
Salem, lying sprawled out on my bed like the world's laziest demon, cracked one eye open.
"Possible? Sure," he purred, after listening to me describe the nightmare, as if we were discussing the weather instead of my potential murder.
