ADAM
Restless. That's what I'd been all evening.
The moon hung somewhere behind the clouds, its faint light slipping through my office window and glinting off the pile of books scattered across my desk. Some were ancient, their spines cracked, pages yellowed with age. Others were newer, filled with recent research from scholars who barely understood what they were writing about. But all of them had one word in common—vampires.
Creatures that had no business being here. Not in this land. Not after nearly a century of absence.
My fingers drummed against the table as I stared at the words swimming across the open page before me. The ink blurred; my thoughts didn't. What were they looking for? What did they want from my lands?
