“You know I don’t date mortals.” Grace Stanhope glared at her friend Georgina, who stood in the doorway to Grace’s apartment, waiting impatiently to be allowed inside. The dark-haired vampire grinned impishly at Grace and clapped her hands.
knowGeorgina shoved her way into the apartment. “You’ll want to date this one, trust me. He’s adorable.”
thisGrace rolled her eyes. “Puppies are adorable. A man should be . . . so much more.” She wanted a real mate, someone who could handle her supernatural vampire strength. That meant mortals were out.
Puppies“Please, Grace. Just one date. What if he’s the one?” Georgina gave a dramatic pause around the words “the one,” as if expecting Grace to gasp in shock. Her younger self might have done that a century or so ago, when she had been human.
Please
