bartending pays the bills, mostly. And putting dickhead customers in
their place feeds my soul, I’ve got an immortality to plan.
why tonight I’m waltzing into the Vampire King of Laurel Cove’s
fancy-ass gala, finessing my way passed his big dumb guards, and swiping
a priceless diamond right from under his nose.
𝘈 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?
And I’ve got it all figured out.
I don’t. I know fuck-all about this world. And I, Eden Vaughn,
bartender, cat-burglar, and baby vamp would much rather stay in my
comfortable human world than deal with the lies, blood, and corruption
of this one.