But you could. The hunger gnawed at me. However, once I tasted of her bl**d, she would be nothing more and I would once again wander about, as lonely ...s I had ever been before. Grace was different. I was not wholly convinced of the ‘living heart’ as my former lover had worded herself, but Grace was not destined to be neither a corpse nor a vampire. I would not wish that on someone who had trusted me and protected me in return. I owed her more than I knew how to repay her. Angel! My head. They look inconspicuous enough, and most people won’t even remember how they ended up with one, but when they are opened, only a single phrase is printed on the first page a prospective reader opens to.A new erotic fantasy is born…And that’s it. The reader closes the book, thinks “that was weird” and goes about the rest of their day, probably forgetting about the strange book by the time they get home from the raging dumpster-fire they call a life. But the magic doesn’t just end there; the next. Its owner, Norman Blanchett and his wife, Susan, had been marginal survivalists. They had generators and even a hydroelectric generator. I surmised that Norman was planning to leave or be able to leave the power grid. Unfortunately for them, the virus got them first. We liked the house and buried them in a family cemetery we found in a common grave. We cleared the other houses of Blanchetts. One house even had a baby. All had died of the virus. From what we could determine, they were three. For the first half-hour, she even played the role of tour guide and pointed out houses she liked and landmarks. But once we were far enough from the marina she started looking for a secluded cove.We eventually found a beautiful place with no fisherman or swimmers. It was a quiet dogleg cove surrounded by trees. I anchored the boat and Bree set the sunshade so it gave us some privacy.There was a moment of quiet apprehension. We’d been fooling around for months, but it was always spontaneous..