THE DAY I SLAYED MY VAMPIRE LOVER
His tongue traced hers, coaxing soft sounds from her that she had never made before.
When they broke apart, both breathing hard, Rusty rested his forehead against hers.
“I have something to show you,” he murmured.
He led her to the table and opened the ancient book. The pages were yellowed, the text written in a language that looked like Latin mixed with something older. Diagrams of human—and not quite human—anatomy filled the margins. Vascular systems that regenerated. Hearts that beat after clinical death. Eyes that saw in complete darkness.
Cattleya traced one diagram with a trembling finger. “This is…”