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I’d loved once, but then she turned out to be off her rocker more than I am, so I skedaddled right on out of that relationship. I haven’t been in a serious one since, but I’ve remained what you might call a romantic at … well, I don’t have a heart so I’m not sure where exactly. But it’s there. Somewhere.
Most twenty-six-year-olds would be spending their weekend out with friends at the bar. Me? I’m currently standing in front of what looks to be a crude attempt at a smiley face made out of decapitated heads and body parts.
My father was a detective too, so Captain Barnes has practically watched me grow up.
“Sir,” I reply in a deadpan tone. “You’re telling me you come across bloody smiley faces made from body parts often?”
Coming around to me he points at a bloody poorly drawn smiley face with—is that fangs?—found in each photo from the previous crime scenes.
“The other common denominator between all these murders is that they’ve been deaths of criminals or complete annihilations of organizations we’ve been trying to take down for years.”
I’m no virgin, but I fear my lady bits are covered in cobwebs at this point, and I have no interest in changing that any time soon.
It’s not that I don’t like the idea of finding a boyfriend, but you have to put in effort, whether that’s by going out, or hopping on a dating app.
Human men are a disgusting breed, never mind that I was once human too.
Celine might not know she’s mine, but she will soon enough, and I don’t need human trash like this guy thinking they have a chance with a creature as ethereal as she is.
This has never happened to me before. This obsession with a human.
If she’s what I think she is then she holds the power to weaken me.
For years, the only thing I’ve filled my existence with is killing those who are unworthy.
Obsession is quickly becoming too mild of a word for what I feel.
I’d like to find someone like that—someone I love so much that the rest of the world pales in comparison to their company.
Whenever I find my significant other, I hope he’s like Spencer. I’m not sure I could handle someone who isn’t self-sufficient and needs constant supervision.
“Dance with me,” he whispers seductively against the shell of my ear, and I melt against his warm body. “I promise I don’t bite.”
The one thing I want now more than anything is to get to know her.
Whether she is or isn’t, I’m into what she’s into. Whatever she wants I’ll give her.
Being the one to bring a spark back to her soul will give me purpose.
The way his hands felt on my body was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It felt natural for him to hold me.
but I still hold onto the romantic notion I’ll meet someone naturally.
His red hair curls over his forehead boyishly and tapers down the back of his neck. Rogue strands fall into his eyes, and I resist the urge to swipe them away. An adorable pair of glasses rest on his nose and act like a window into his oddly vivid green eyes. He’s dressed in an outfit very similar to mine, a sweater and pants in all black. A thin silver chain peeks out from the collar of his sweater. He doesn’t appear outwardly dangerous. He’s fit but lanky
Something about him invites me in and encourages me to say all the things that weigh heavily on my mind.
The allure of a mate is impossible to resist long-term and I’m tired of denying to myself that she’s not mine.
I wish she understood that I’m okay. Sure, I’d love to find a man I enjoy spending time with but I’m content on my own. It’s going to take someone special for me to want to be around them like how Ava is with Spencer.
Now is not an appropriate time for a fangboner!
My sweet girl is worried about me, when all that’s wrong is me wanting to take her to pound town and mark her as mine.
I’d never hurt Celine but a vampire in bloodlust, even a more mature one like me, is bad news. Mix in the fact Celine is my mate and I’ll be trying to claim her before she’s ready for it, which I refuse to do. Mates are a temptation like no other and it’s rumored their blood is a rush of adrenaline.
Mates aren’t all that rare for those of us who are of the supernatural variety—vampire, fae, shifter—but having one that’s human is. It’s uncommon enough that I’ve only ever met one pairing in my three-hundred years. It was a wolf shifter and her human mate.
