She learned of Brianna and how she’d come to be. Of what had happened as Bill had become a prophet of Lillith. Everything she’d learned only bits and pieces he filled in the details. She leaned why the governor had messed up the state, why Northman wasn’t around anymore, why Jess had been so angry at her to begin with, how Bill had gained daywalking abilities. She learned of warlow, of miss Stackhouse , of how Bill had sought to synthesize his own blood. So many things had happened. She’d eventually fallen asleep almost near dawn, with Bill’s promise that he would ensure there was food for her when she awakened.
So several hours passed. She’d slept curled up in the guest bed, the room dark and quiet. She groaned awake sometime late in the afternoon. The room was dark and cool and for a moment she didn’t want to leave the comfort of the sheets. But after a while she finally peeled herself off the bed and headed to the small bathroom in the guest room. She filled up the tub and settled in, just letting the lukewarm water soothe her skin.
Once she soaked for a while in the water, having mixed in some Epsom salts she slowly got out and sat on the plush towels on the floor. There she began to finger comb her hair, picking out a few depressing gray hairs. She wasn’t surprised. With all the stress she was bound to gray up.
It was while she was sitting there, tossing her hair back and reaching for a towel to finally towel dry herself that she heard footsteps outside the door. She paused, hoping it was Bill. She’d lost track of time so she wasn’t sure if the sun was down as she’d drawn tight all the curtains to darken the room and the digital clock was out where her bed was. She slowly got up, wrapping a towel around herself and a towel on her head as the door knob turned.