Constricted: Beyond The Brothel Walls - Plot & Excerpts
I bowed toward the eccentric vampire I’d known for hundreds of years. Tom rose from his desk and took my hand for a brief moment. “I have—“ “I know your questions, Petre.” He motioned for me to sit. The strange chair he kept in his office looked like a polar bear. For all I knew, it was. His hunting trophies littered the private residences he owned. At least he didn’t stuff his early victims. “Your young friend saw your change, and you want to know how.” I stared at the Eiffel Tower paperweight and avoided his goggled eyes. Ridiculous fashions were his forte where I preferred simple garments. “Yes.” “I’m afraid I don’t have much of an answer.” He sighed, leaning back into his own chair as the creaking drew my attention. My eyes narrowed recalling his words from last night. “But you said she’s special.” Tom smiled and lifted the tinted goggles from his electric blue eyes. His fingers steeped as he said, “Yes.
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