Man at War – Excerpt No. 160

Male vampires must have tried to slip the woman a drop of blood or two. Others before her would have tried using their voice to nudge or outright control the Georgian.

That’s why Evelyn was speaking normally, and avoiding acting like a vampire. This was one of the few times that breathing and having a pulse gave her an edge.

“I’m the resident artist,” Evelyn said while motioning to Cecil that she wanted a menu brought over. “I paint, sculpt, and even work with bronze.”

“You?” Breanna took on a sharp breath once she realized her tone. “Sorry, I was expecting someone with muscles, and overalls.”

“You forgot to add a dick swinging between their legs.”

a surreal and vibrant cinematic photo of a burly man with a rugged beard and pronounced facial features, wearing worn overalls and having bare muscular arms, carving a life-sized statue of a woman with delicate features and intricate details in a dark and smoky space with a hint of mist, the walls and floor made of old wooden planks, dimly lit by a few flickering lanterns, with tools and half-finished sculptures scattered around, the atmosphere is intense and dramatic, the clothing and setting are reminiscent of 1915, the image is rendered in a photorealistic style with a film grain texture, evoking a sense of nostalgia and timelessness.

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