Fit for a Princess

Astrid

“Whose room is this, Bram?” I ask again, waiting for the burly vampire to respond to me.

He lets out a loud sigh and strolls into the room. Reluctantly, I follow, afraid this is some sort of a ploy. Why has it not occurred to me at all since I left home that these vampires might use feeders for more than just their blood? Or maybe they get their jollies from sucking our blood and don’t nee