The Little Flame, no. 1
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They say home is where the heart is, but if that’s true, then I’m lost because I have no clue where my heart is anymore. I thought I knew—until I met Maximilian.
I was on my way out of the Capital City before the local vampires could catch on to me and let’s just say if that happened, then this club dancer would be facing her expiration date. And that’s when the famous DJ blew into town—and into heart.
I should have cut bait and run like hell, but I couldn’t abandon someone I could heal—even if it meant the vampers caught up with me. Besides, Maximilian smelled familiar, like deep forest and pine needles baked in the sun; like that chilly snap of running water and the coolness of twilight. Those things have a smell that adds up to a dream.
You can get lost in that kind of dream. It can fill your mind with ideas and notions you have no business thinking or feeling. Dreams like that make it easy to forget the danger you’re in…and the mission you’re on.