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Vesper
Vesper felt like she was dreaming as she left the bar with Kirael.
Five years ago, before Mercy ever got involved in drugs, Vesper was a newly minted middle school librarian. Straight out of school at University of New Orleans, she never imagined anything like Vampyres or shifters existed.
Certainly, that fresh-faced, pastel-dress-wearing version of herself could never have imagined that she’d be following a Fallen angel out of some scuzzy dive bar. That version of herself couldn’t imagine missing a Thursday night Mass…
Much less celebrating the fact that she’d just convinced one of Lucifer’s favored disciples to take her straight to Hell.
Or checking out his ass in his tight, dark jeans as he walked ahead of her, his big body moving with a kind of swagger and confidence th
