Hunting Prince Dracula (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #2)

by Kerri Maniscalco

Monsters were in the eye of the beholder. And no one wanted to discover their hero was the true villain of the story.

“You’ve stared Fear in its nasty face and made it tremble. You will make it through this, Wadsworth. We will make it through this. That is a fact more tangible than any dream or nightmare. I promised I’d never lie to you. I intend to honor my word.”

“The world is neither kind nor is it cruel. It simply exists. We have the ability to view it however we choose.”

“You would miss me terribly and know it. Just as I would miss you in ways I cannot fathom, should we ever part.”

I would not be treated as if my mind were inferior because I’d been blessed with the ability to bear children.

Society at large is staggeringly obtuse. If one simply looks to others for their opinions, they lose the ability to think critically for themselves. Progress would never be made if everyone appeared and thought and loved in the same manner.”

“You’re dressed for sneaking about Dracula’s castle. Be still my thawing, dark heart. You certainly know how to make a young man feel alive, Wadsworth.”

“Catch me if I fall, all right?” A smile curved his lips in a most delightful manner. “I’ve already fallen hard, Wadsworth. Perhaps you should have warned me sooner.”

“You know what way, Wadsworth. I refuse to believe you’ve misinterpreted my affections. I am wholly in love with you. And it is permanent.”