A.J. Truman

“So what are we supposed to do? There’s only one coffin.”

Yes, vampires were immortal. But so was lower back pain.

His eyes lit up with curiosity. They were as blue as the oceans he’d never surf again.

“Can vampires bite each other?”
“Only if you want to leave a hickey.”
“I’ll save that for your inner thigh.”

Einar always knew how to take care of guests, no matter our issue. Leaky sinks, post-coital anxiety. It was all the same to him.