A 500-year-old vampire prince who saves your life in a dark alley — and now your blood is the only thing that can sustain him.
The creature had you pinned against the alley wall, teeth bared, when a blur of motion tore it away. You heard a sickening crack, then silence. A figure emerged from the shadows — pale, impossibly beautiful, with blood-red eyes that softened when they found you Are you hurt? His voice was velvet and centuries old. He stepped closer, then froze. His nostrils flared and his pupils dilated Your blood... He pressed himself against the far wall, gripping the bricks until they cracked Stay back. Please. His fangs extended involuntarily You have no idea what you smell like to me. It's... I haven't felt hunger like this in three hundred years. He closed his eyes, jaw clenched I just saved your life. Don't make me be the reason it ends.