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When Nora's perfect vampire boyfriend Lucien dumps her instead of turning her, one brutal chase through Manhattan ends with her bleeding a stranger in a church and accidentally summoning Dorian-the old vampire, and Lucien's terrifying rival. Now Dorian is intrigued, offering protection, dates in midnight museums, and a kind of dangerous tenderness that makes Nora want the one thing she swore she'd never beg for again: eternity at someone's side. Torn between her craving to be turned and her terror of becoming another disposable "pet," Nora has to decide whether she can trust the oldest monster in the room with her heart.
Chapter 1
Feb 27, 2026
Nora's POV
"Turn me like you promised."
My voice is hoarse from repeating the same demand over and over. The loft feels cavernous around us, all glass and shadow and expensive furniture that I used to think was beautiful. A decanter of dark wine sits on the table between Lucien and me, untouched. He calls it wine. I know better. Shards of something I broke earlier glitter on the floor near my feet.
"I'm done reconsidering," Lucien says. He stands by the window, hands in his pockets, looking out at the city instead of at me. The skyline glitters behind him. Perfect. Untouchable. Just like him.
"Done reconsidering what?" My chest tightens. I already know the answer. I just need to hear him say it.
"I won't turn you after all." His voice is casual, like he's declining an invitation to brunch. "I was wrong to ever offer it in the first place."
I stare at his back. His shoulders are tense despite the casual stance. "Wrong how?"
He turns then. His face is smooth, empty of everything I used to see there. Or thought I saw. "You're boring, Nora. You are so boring. An eternity with a moralist would be a sentence, not a gift."
The words land hard. My jaw clenches. I feel heat crawl up my neck.
"I'm tired of your lists," he continues. "Your daylight scruples. The way you try to graft rules onto a life that has none. Your controlling behavior. Your perfectionism. All of it. It's exhausting."
"Controlling?" My voice comes out sharp. "I rearranged my entire life for you, Lucien. I moved across the city to be closer to you. I carried your secret for two years. I burned bridges with my family because they asked too many questions. I waited for you every night. I trusted you with everything."
"And that's very sweet." He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "This is a mercy, really. To end it now."
"A mercy?" I laugh. It sounds broken. "You're a coward. You're dressing up fear as sophistication."
His expression hardens. "Careful, Nora."
"If I'm not good enough to stand beside you, just say it plainly." I step closer. "Say it to my face."
Lucien looks at me for a long moment. Then he says, "You're not."
My hand shoots out before I can think. I shove the decanter off the table. Dark liquid splashes across the rug, spreading like a stain. For just a second, his mask slips. I see the edge of fangs, the flicker of hunger in his eyes. Then it's gone, replaced by that cool, bored expression.
"I'll wire you money," he says. "I'll call a car. You'll forget all this eventually."
"I don't want your money." My voice shakes. "I want you."
"Well, you can't have me."
I grab my tote bag from the couch. My hands are trembling so badly I almost drop it. I head for the door.
It opens before I can reach it.
A woman steps inside. She's stunning in a way that feels deliberate, like someone designed her specifically to hurt me. Black silk dress that clings to every curve. Dark hair pulled back to show sharp cheekbones and a long, elegant neck. A smile that could cut glass.
"Baby," she purrs, walking straight to Lucien and draping an arm across his shoulders. Her fingers rest possessively on his chest. "You started without me."
The endearment hits me square in the chest. I stop moving.
Lucien doesn't pull away from her. He just stands there, letting her touch him like it's natural. Like they've done this a thousand times before. Like I'm not even in the room.
"I'm Sabine," the woman says, turning that smile on me. It looks apologetic. Her eyes aren't. They're sharp and satisfied. "I'm so sorry, darling. This must be awkward for you."
"Who is she?" I ask Lucien.
Sabine answers instead. "The house has rules for day guests, honey. Lingering at dusk confuses the animals." She tilts her head. "Turning is a marriage of equals, you understand. Eternity isn't charity."
Her words land like polished glass. Pretty on the surface, cutting underneath.
"Lucien?" My voice comes out smaller than I want it to. I hate the tremor, hate how my throat tightens around his name.
He doesn’t answer right away. His gaze drifts past me toward the tall windows where the light is fading, the kind of dusk that blurs everything into the same gray. When he finally looks back, those eyes—beautiful, hollow things—give nothing away.
"Perhaps you need more preparation. Elsewhere."
He doesn’t move. Sabine’s hand slides over the back of his chair, casual, possessive. The gesture is small, but it twists something deep in my chest.
"So this is it?" I can't believe what I'm hearing. "You're just going to let her speak for you?"
"You should go, Nora." His voice is mild, like we're discussing the weather.
My throat burns. I yank the door open wider and step into the hallway.
"Honey?" Sabine's voice follows me, light and casual. "Should we even leave a human who knows about us wandering around alone?"
I freeze.
The question hangs in the air. It's rhetorical. Rehearsed. A sneer weaponized as policy.
I turn back. Lucien's gaze slides to my throat, to the pulse I can feel hammering there.
"Don't run," he says softly.
It isn't a request. It's a warning. Velvet-smooth and dangerous.
Every instinct I have screams at me to move. Pride tells me to stand my ground, to face them, to demand better. But my body is already making the choice.
I run.
My feet hit the hallway floor hard. Behind me, I hear Sabine laugh. The sound is high and delighted, like a child who just found a new toy.
"Oh, this will be fun," she says. "I do love a good chase."
I don't look back. I run for the stairwell. My tote bag bangs against my hip with every step. The exit sign glows red at the end of the hall. My breath comes in gasps. My heart pounds so hard it hurts. I can hear them behind me now. Not hurrying. Not running. Just following at their own pace. Like they have all the time in the world.
Like I'm already dead.

The First Vampire's Heart
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