Helaine
The city was a different place after dark.
Old streetlights that hadn’t been updated since the 1920s cast ominous shadows, thanks in part due to the gothic architecture of the shades. Between the old-fashioned aesthetic and the understated truth that the city was at least halfway funded by mob money, it served partly as a time capsule to a bygone era.
Maybe that was part of why Evan decided to make his home here—he was alive in the eighties, so if everything around him was much older than he was, maybe he didn’t feel so locked out of time.
His hand tightened around mine, almost as if he could hear my thoughts, but I knew he couldn’t. He was just excellent at reading me, and listening for my heartbeat.
Probably doubly so tonight, since he’d taken more of my blood than he inten
