Empire of the Vampire (Empire of the Vampire, #1)

by Jay Kristoff

We are prey now, mon ami. We are food. And he never lifted a fucking finger to stop it. He could have. He just didn’t. Do you ever wonder what we did, to make him hate us so?

Gabriel saw the lines coalescing into an image now; a man in three-quarter profile. Haunted grey eyes. Broad shoulders and long hair, black as midnight. A chiseled jaw dusted with fine stubble and streaked with dried blood. Two scars were carved beneath his right eye, one long, the other short, almost like falling tears. It was a face Gabriel knew as well as his own. Because, of course, it was his own.

*squidward voice* oh no he's hot!

“‘Scared of heights, Peasant?’ Aaron sneered. “I glanced at the blond lad, my grip tightening. ‘Leave off, de Coste.’ “‘You cling to that railing like to your mother’s tits.’ “‘I’m actually picturing your mama’s tits. Though I’m told you favor your sister’s?’

I asked myself if God loved us, how it was he could hate that we found love ourselves.