Unlife by Selina A. Fenech

Author:Selina A. Fenech [Fenech, Selina A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: vampire, Vampire Romance, paranormal romance, urban fantasy
Publisher: Fairies and Fantasy Pty Ltd
Published: 2021-06-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

I awoke around midday. Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, I played through what had happened last night, and what in all-mighty fuck it could have meant. Who cuddled up to and slept with their captor? This idiot. I had tried to remain detached, but Owen and his damn heartbreak edged in under my armor, and the thought of pushing him away after that had felt too hard.

I liked having him next to me, holding me tight. I grunted and kicked at the sheets. I did not care about him. I just needed to release the pent-up energy and angst brought on by the vampire opening up to me like some tragic Victorian romance hero. It probably didn’t mean a god damned thing. Still, I didn’t know where I stood anymore. Had our relationship changed?

When I finally sat up, the room, at least, had changed. I stared at the wide-open armoire, not quite sure that my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me. Clothes overflowed from it, heaps of silk, satin, and lace in exquisite colors. My eyes couldn’t turn away.

I got up and went to the wardrobe, my fingers stroking the garments lovingly. They all looked incredibly expensive—the perfect cut and exquisite fabrics gave that away. When I had first arrived in Hollywood, I had been wearing designer labels head-to-toe. The clothes I had worn then had names screaming from their back pockets, or across the chest. I wore them until a producer told me that wealthy people never wore such garish things. Very wealthy people wore clothes that were incredibly expensive due to the cost of the workmanship and materials, not the cost of the giant letters emblazoned on them. By wearing those clothes, I was marking myself as a rube.

I had learned to scour the thrift shops and consignment stores, looking not at names of designers on the outside of the clothes, but the things that most people never thought to look for. I had a small amount of incredibly good stuff that was pre-owned, which Lisa always seemed to get her mitts on, but I had never held anything brand new in my hands before.

Alongside the couture fashion were some equally quality comfy clothes; organic cotton singlets, yoga pants and merino hoodies. How strange.

There was a heavy white envelope on the dresser. I opened it and pulled out the elegant stationary within. A man’s strong, back-slanting handwriting met my eyes, and I traced the letters with one finger, knowing it could only be Owen’s.

These are for you. Over the years I have developed a taste for the luxuries in life. I can most certainly afford the finest of things, and I have been remiss in not providing you with clothing and other necessities. I ask your forgiveness for that oversight. Immortality has also taught me the value of comfort, so I hope you will find some comfort in this selection. The emerald green and gold dress is the one I would like to see you in at dinner.

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