Come To Me My Lovelies (Empress Katja Queen of The Vampires)

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…It was nectar, vile and divine, the taste of survival. But as the immediate, desperate need subsided, a wave of revulsion washed over her. This was not the passionate embrace she craved, not the shared intimacy of a life intertwined. This was a violation, a brutal necessity that stained her soul. Tears, black as the night sky, streamed down her face, mingling with the crimson proof of her first, agonizing kill. She had survived, yes, but the woman who had fled Wallachia, the princess who had known true love, felt irrevocably lost in the chilling, eternal night. To sleep through the day and awake with the rising of the moon...