She sat up immediately and began to examine her body.
Everything that happened last night felt like a hallucination. Her body's structure seemed completely ordinary now.
In her past life, she could only transform into small, inanimate objects.
She had no other experience with it.
After trying for a while without any new discoveries, she gave up and threw back the covers to get up and wash.
Cole seemed to have been waiting for her to wake up. Hearing a sound, he stood up from the sofa and walked toward her.
She was wearing a loose-fitting T-shirt, but the faint marks on her neck were a testament to his frenzy the night before.
Remembering the soul-stealing, bone-deep pleasure that had pushed her to the brink of collapse, a worried expression appeared on Cole's face instead.
Josie Quinn was in the bathroom washing up. When she glanced up, she saw the man's reflection in the mirror.
He was leaning against the doorframe, staring at her without blinking.
