The Vampire King's Hidden Wife
By the time I reached the elevator, Clara Hart, devoted wife, the woman who left love notes in her husband's briefcase and burned dinner twice a month, was gone.
In her place stood someone Elias could never meet.
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By dusk, I'd finished my day job and crossed the city to a narrow building on a street I'd never mentioned to my husband.
I had plans tonight. Just not the kind he imagined.
Every late shift, every emergency call, every apologetic text sent at nine p.m. — all of it was a cover for this apartment, and the man I met inside it.
I unlocked the door and stepped in. The space was small and stripped bare. A foldout couch, a metal desk stacked with files, a weapons locker bolted to the fa