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Seemed unlikely they’d agree on a law insisting on consent when cases involving rape were still being thrown out of court.
I was as graceful as a drunken gazelle wearing six-inch heels and a purple tutu.
“My name is Vlad.” He took my hand and lifted it to his lips before brushing a gentle kiss across my knuckles. “But most know me as Dracula.” I wish I could say I absorbed that information with grace and poise. But that would have been a lie. Instead, I burst out laughing, and said, “No shit!”
you’re only as immortal as you allow yourself to be. Therefore, we recommend living your everlasting life in such a way that doesn’t result in someone cutting off your head.
What could I say? I loved to needle him. He was needle-worthy. Few guys were worth poking.
“But you’re the furthest thing from my worst enemy. And the thought of losing you before I even had a chance to know you… I couldn’t bear that.”
“Hate to tell you this, darlin’, but you’ve attracted the attention of the oldest vampire I’ve ever met.”
“We are fated to mean so much more to each other than this. I know you’re conflicted about what you may or may not be feeling for me, but remember that I’ve had more time to prepare. I first saw you in my dreams fifty years ago.”
“I’ve been waiting for you for half a century. And now that I’ve found you, I refuse to let anything ruin what we have the chance of becoming.”
“Vlad, please. I want this. You. Everything.”
“Ask yourself this, Count. Is she worth your life?” “A thousand times.”
“It’s getting a bit hard,” I admitted. “Mm.” Vlad nipped my earlobe, then whispered, “It is.”
“If I must choose between you and Petrik, I choose you. Always. Forever.”
