Tall, Dark & Hungry

“You want to marry me?” Terri asked with pleasure.
Bastien rolled his eyes. “Terri, honey. I just flew two thousand three hundred miles chasing after you. It wasn’t to ask you on a date.”

“I still love you,” he admitted. “I’ll love you forever. Or at least for the next four or five hundred years. After that, we might have to work at it.”

Fear shooting through her, Terri instinctively held her hand out to stop her cousin, then blinked at the sandwich she was holding up like some Victorian wench holding up a cross.
“Bite?” she offered lamely.

Your garden variety Canadian psychologist—until he and Lissianna fell in love and she turned him.”

You bit me! You’ve got fangs!”
“Now do you believe me?”