Hot for Slayer

by Ali Hazelwood

Motherfucker.” He jockeyed the blade back and forth in my belly, which, ouch.

Enemies to lovers… I can work with this

When he noticed my eyes on him, he lifted the blade up to his face. And with a smile that did not feel like a smile, he began to lick it clean of my blood. It was . . . Well. It just was.

Dear Mommy was very generous with her pledges, especially when they involved sacrificing other people.

Still, she wasn’t wrong about me: I want things that do not belong to me all the time. Chief of which: companionship.

Vampires suck—no pun intended—and are condemned to an eternity of conflict and solitude.

As long as you don’t let anyone get to you before I do, Aethelthryth. Ah, yes. Lazlo Enyedi. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be too heartbroken.

So much so, my neurons must be too fatigued to work.

“Yup. No Pest for the Guilded is your slogan.”

There are no beds in this apartment.

whetting

“You don’t need to do anything. I do things. To you.”

“Because . . . A slayer and a vampire. Doing it. It has to be a first in all of history, right?”