Ghostly visions of those who once peopled this house recently flitted through my mind. The man with the dark, very long wavy hair—the one who I saw when I first entered the house and had the bad hair cut—had been here for a while. Something had happened to his hair. Was this Vasyl? I was more than certain of it now as visions of our lovemaking punctured through all the others with a clarity that rocked me. That odd fluttering in my lower regions caught me by surprise. Apparently, Vasyl was a very old vampire who knew the art of bringing a woman to c****x, multiple times.
“Take a nap, Sabrina,” someone said. I thought it sounded like Bill, but maybe it was Vasyl. He had a thick accent. “Cherie, sleep and rest.”
I yawned as my eyelids felt heavy. I couldn't fight the need to sleep any long
