Sold To A Vampire
“You could fall asleep and never wake up. That’s black magic on your neck — I’ve seen that mark before, overseas. A pureblood, same as you. No one even knew what he was until the curse hit him. Same mark, exactly like yours. A vampire healer told him the only cure was blood from the person he truly loved, or he wouldn’t survive the week.”
“Are you saying—” I stopped, unable to finish it.
“Yes,” Joel said.
“How do you even know all this, Master Joel?” Ruby asked, worry creasing her face.
“I’m a vampire who gets around,” he said, with the ghost of his usual grin. “Let’s just say — not many can resist this face.”
“Ruby—” I started.
Before I could get another word out, she grabbed a knife from t