Matthew POV
Living with Gabrielle was proving to be... challenging.
Not because she was messy or loud—although her incessant arguments with inanimate objects were a close second—but because I, Matthew Gorvell, centuries-old vampire extraordinaire, was beginning to feel things. For her.
I’d lived through wars, revolutions, and the invention of social media, but nothing had prepared me for the peculiar feeling of butterflies in the stomach. Butterflies. Me. The predator of the night.
Ridiculous.
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The first sign of trouble started in the kitchen.
I was sitting at the counter, pretending to sip from a mug of coffee (it was mostly for show; I preferred my caffeine intravenously these days). Gabrielle, wearing one of those oversized sweaters that humans seemed to think passed for cloth
