Lena took it, sipping as she flipped open her notepad, recorder on. XXX Lena took it, sipping as she flipped open her notepad, recorder on. A journalist for The City Pulse, she’d clawed her way through gritty crime beats and dull city council meetings, only for her editor to dump this fluff piece on her lap: “Interview with a Self-Proclaimed Vampire.” She snorted, rubbing her temples—either her publisher was scraping the barrel, or this was payback for last week’s snarky email. Lena’s breath hitched, anger melting into heat despite herself, and Seraphina grinned, fangs glinting. “Water, please. “Quite the staff,” she said dryly, but Seraphina just smiled, leading her to a parlor where two red velvet armchairs faced each other, plush and inviting.
