His Vampire Heart Never Beat For Me
A small, exquisite crystal vial slipped from his silk robe, landing without a sound on the thick carpet.
On pure instinct, I picked it up.
Inside was a pigment that shimmered like stardust. A color I had never seen before.
But I recognized it.
“Stardust of Eternal Night.” The name Isabella had gloated about.
“Ever seen a color so unique, sister? My secret admirer says it’s one-of-a-kind. Impossible to replicate.”
I had pretended to scoff. But a part of me, the artist, had marveled at its beauty. I had coveted it.