ELORA

by Beanie Harper

“I’m 2,890 years old and haven’t lived a single day.

“I love you too, Baby.”

“If you want to be embarrassed, I’ll give you something to be embarrassed about,”

“Another word, and I’ll let her pick how you die. We’ll see how silly she gets then,”

Theo gasped, pointing ahead of him at nothing. “You better put that fucking drink down! You better not–oh, I’m gonna–okay, that’s right, dump it out, bitch,” he slowly nodded.

There was a reason Theo called her Princess, she just hadn’t realized it yet. Felix was the king of vampires. The rest of us were the following highest-ranking vampires. We were hers, and she was ours. She may not have been a vampire, but she was royalty by association.

Just in time, the hot water finished boiling, and I grabbed the mug, ready to hold my baby and have her sleep in my arms.

“Káti myrízei nóstima! Kai den miláo gia tin prinkípissa,”

I thought I was prepared for the wedding. In most ways, I was. Everything