@page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } Chapter THIRTEEN With his golden face beaming, the man smiled as he stroked my sopping wet hair and cradled me against his warm, smooth chest. “I love this dream,” I said with a breathy voice, then stretched my arms above my head, gazi...
Prologue July 12, 1712, Bacalar, Southern Mexico Delirious with hunger, the weary vampire sat hip deep in mud, his broad back against a hollow tree as he glared at the crisp blue sky. The month-long summer rains had abruptly retreated. Now how much longer could he wait for her? Hours? Days? Sunsh...