He’d been starving her since he had turned her. At least, she thought to herself, he’d been honest about what had happened. He had told her what he was going to do, and even given her the choice.
Marian hadn’t realized just what she was agreeing to when she said she wanted to live. When she agreed to be a vampire.
There was always something dangerous about Jacques, for as long as she had known him. She had first seen him at a dance when she was a child, too young to participate but still young enough to be carried around by her mother, who doted upon her.
In all the years since, he had not changed. When she was old enough to dance with him, she had sought him out.