THE DAY I SLAYED MY VAMPIRE LOVER
The fire was a living, breathing entity, throwing long, spasmodic shadows that danced across the mahogany shelves, illuminating the spines of ancient tomes that held the secrets of a dying civilization.
Cattleya lay curled against the hard, unyielding plane of Rusty”s chest on the wide leather sofa. A cashmere throw was tangled about them, a fragile barrier against the biting chill that seemed to seep through the very stones of the estate. Their bodies were pressed together in an intimacy that defied their origins”two predators, two anomalies, skin to skin, their hearts beating in erratic, mismatched rhythms.
You feel warm tonight, Cattleya murmured, her voice barely rising above the hiss of