I'm not like the vampires in your books, little girl. I'm not agonising over my own soul or the ethics of drinking your blood.
I don't want saving or to find some great love that will alter my very existence. I'm not a monster. I'm the devil himself...
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I really hope you enjoy The Vampire Prince. I always wanted to write a vampire romance. As a teenager, Vampire books made up the bulk of my library. 💜
I knew it. Everything about him is dangerous. I didn't need a brain to tell me that. It was clear in the way my entire body reacted to him. It wasn't just telling me to be careful, it outright demanded that I run for my life.
Except my feet were glued to the ground. I was completely incapable of moving even an inch.
His stare was deadly. It told me that as much as my instinct was to run, his was something altogether more sinister. His instinct, whatever it was, was one that warranted mine.
In that moment, with that small distance between us, I knew that I should run. Every cell in my body was screaming at me to run for my life. But logically I knew I'd never win. Even on that very first day, I knew I couldn't outrun him.
I knew I wouldn't live.
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