Cloak of the Vampire

by Sapir A. Englard

“The name’s Ragnor, but you will address me as my Lord,”

I was a monster in disguise, after all, and I doubted monsters would sell well.

“Whenever there’s someone who wasn’t supposed to be in the place where I give the Imprint, that high makes me kill them, no questions asked. This time, the high urged me to do something different.”

Then in a deep, low growl, he said, “Again.” I blinked, sure I heard him wrong. “W-what?” He raised his face and looked at me with eyes as calm as the ocean yet as hot as the middle of August. “Did you really think once was enough?”

“It’s just as I said,” he said gravely. “Right from the start, you’ve been driving me absolutely fucking crazy.”