My Boyfriends Are All Monsters

by Kimberly Lemming

She wished to be loved. I could do that. I could grant her wish in return for the sweet offering of her blood and her token. Anything for my newest acolyte. No. Anything for my Priestess.

I could only stare, tongue-tied, as he left. Which was probably a good thing, because the next words that came out of my mouth were, “What are we?”