Hunting Prince Dracula (Stalking Jack the Ripper Book 2)

“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.”

He wasn’t cold and cruel—not even close to the relatives he feared being compared to. He was breakable and knew precisely where his weakest points lay. To help those he loved, he’d tear apart the world.

Flowers need plenty of water and sunshine to grow. Love, too, needs attention and affection, or else it slowly withers away from neglect. Once love’s gone, it’s as brittle as a dried-out leaf. You pick it up, only to discover that it’s turned to ash beneath your oncecareful touch, gone on a swift wind forever.