The Vampire in the Bookstore

by Elle M. Drew

“It appears, Rosamund, that while both of us love the words written within these books, neither of us is very good at using any of them.”

Hundreds of years alone, and he had barely noticed the loneliness, but the thought of existing in a world without her in it, without her presence in his library and in his bed, without her love of literature and collections and books, without her laughter and her smile... He would take his final death without second thought. It was not until he had such a true treasure that he knew what it was to live without, and he refused to return to such an existence.

Anything. Everything. The entire world. Forever. All she had to do was ask...