Prey Tell

Prey Tell

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Anselm Darcy is a vampire, fangs and all. He doesn't sleep, die, age, or love. He can't go out in the sun, can't go a few weeks without drinking blood, and can't connect with any human being around him. He can't remember anything beyond waking up 20 years ago, nor can he remember a time someone liked him. Darcy van Wieren is, by all accounts, just some guy. He's got a girlfriend, a band, a tonne of tattoos, and an all-too-explainable resistance to Anselm's venom- which is the only reason Anselm remembers him at all. And yet, somehow, Anselm can't get him out of his mind- and can't get over the feeling that Darcy belongs to him. Anselm has never fallen in love with his prey- until now.
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