I am a vampire. Yes, you read that right. A vampire. With the long teeth and the blood hunger and the aversion to daylight. Not one of those sparkly Twilight-shit ones that you’re probably picturing right now, but a real one. Which also sounds ridiculous, even to myself, but it’s the truth. My dating life has been reduced to late night bites on apps because apparently that’s the only way a vampire can eat nowadays. Until one of those dates goes bad. Waking up in that dark, filthy chamber with the other girls wasn’t on my bingo card for this year. Being sold into an underground ring? Wasn’t either. But seeing him again, here of all places? I don’t think I’ll ever recover.