Seven Days to Vanish:Escaping My Vampire Prince
Clarence, the Vampire Prince, fell for me the moment he laid eyes on me. And I fell for him just as hard, just as hopelessly.
I accepted his Embrace.
The whole dark world knew he loved me more than life itself.
He branded the rune of our blood bond directly over his heart.
That lasted five centuries. Then I got the video from his new blood doll—a human stripper named Seraphina.
She was sprawled naked in his lap, fresh bite marks dotting her throat.
Using her own blood, she’d painted a crude sigil right beside the sacred rune meant only for me.
And my mate had let her.
“Clarence says my young blood is the only thing that makes him feel alive anymore,” she purred. “He says you’re a dead fish in bed, darling Molly. Time for the new generation to take over.”
I didn't bother to reply. My fingers were steady as I contacted an ancient witch.
“I need a glamour,” I said, my voice even and low. “A perfect human shell. One that will hide everything—my scent, my trail. All of it.”