Seated at her desk in the Clearview Police Department, Jess’s head bowed low above a pile of papers that required her attention and signature. The latter of which she struggled to give. Hours after her eventful evening at Nightingale Park, her senses still brimmed and overran with all things Hathen. His gorgeous face, his muscular body, and his deep, sonorous voice. Most of all though, she thought about what seemed to be a golden heart, and a kind, strong demeanor. “Yeah, it’s a heart that we’re not even sure is beating,” her pesky subconscious screamed in her ear. “The guy is, after all, a card carrying member of the walking undead.” “Pffft,” she whispered in response, “he’s a vampire, not a zombie.” Vaguely alarmed that a grown woman was indeed carrying on this conversation, especially with herself, Jess tried to focus on her ever growing pile of paperwork. Finally, though, she threw down her pen and rested her head in her hands.
