Slaying the Vampire Conqueror

by Carissa Broadbent

“So you really can see, huh?” He was openly skeptical. “Despite the eyes.” “Yes.” “How many fingers am I holding up?” he said, not moving. “None,” I replied. He muttered, “Damn,” which sounded like either respect or disapproval, or probably both.

“I’m sorry. A woman alone in this world sometimes needs to perform to make men take her seriously.”