THE DAY I SLAYED MY VAMPIRE LOVER
The only weapon she had, and it felt heavier than it ever had before.
She knew what was waiting down there. She knew that if she stepped into the dark, she would never be the woman she was ten minutes ago. She would be a ghost, a runaway, a piece of evidence.
But as the rafters above began to snap, raining dust and splinters onto her shoulders, she realized something even more terrifying.
The vampire wasn't lying. Vesper hadn't just signed the order. He had provided the location. He had practically invited her father to this archive to finish her.