Eve POV –
I WAS KISSING LUCIUS.
Yes.Me.Kissing.L U C I U S.
Yes, that Lucius.
The vampire king.
The "I'll happily decapitate you if you irritate me again" undead menace.
The vampire king who wanted my head on a pike. The same man who once tried to bite me like I was an all‑you‑can‑eat buffet. The same man who hissed at me like a feral cat when I accidentally locked him in my basement.THAT Lucius.
Okay, okay—let me backtrack before my brain combusts again.
Because apparently I'm stupid enough to kiss men who terrify me, and apparently also stupid enough to enjoy it.
Okay—hold on—let me rewind because you're probably confused about how I, a perfectly sane (arguable) human, no a witch girl, ended up pressed against the vampire king's chest with his lips on mine like he owned both oxygen and my last brain cell.
It all started with me crying.
Like—crying crying.
Not a cute single tear sliding down my cheek while staring heroically into the distance.
No.
I bawled.
