Hunting Prince Dracula (Stalking Jack the Ripper Book 2)

“You would miss me terribly and know it. Just as I would miss you in ways I cannot fathom, should we ever part.”

Science was an altar I knelt before, and it blessed me with solace.

“You look like you should stop saying you’re going to kiss me, Prince Dracula.”

“You are most certainly going to be the death of my dignity, Wadsworth.”

Science was an altar I knelt before, and it blessed me with solace.

True, I want your father’s approval. But I want your permission. No one else’s. This can’t work any other way. You are not mine to take.

The universe is vast. A mathematical equation even I have no hope of solving. For there are no limits to the stars; their numbers are infinite. Which is precisely why I measure my love for you by them. An amount too boundless to count.

It was a time to recall how extraordinary it felt to be alive.

Mr. Thomas Cresswell might not truly hold the title of prince, but that was perfectly fine. To me, he’d always be the king of my heart.

“Catch me if I fall, all right?”

A smile curved his lips in a most delightful manner. “I’ve already fallen hard, Wadsworth. Perhaps you should have warned me sooner.”