Man of War – Excerpt No. 285

“Get off me,” Marc demanded.

“No. You will either play nice or this ends now.”

He noticed two of her teeth lengthening into fangs. After remembering that chunk of raw meat on the floor, he understood the source of those puncture wounds.

“I wish I never met you,” Marc said.

“Understandable… ready?”

Marc tried one last time to break free, but she held on tight. If her grip was a bit tighter, she would break one or more of his bones.

He let out all the air from his lungs and said, “Ready…”

A brunette vampire showing her fangs. She glows in the light of the moon. Background is a parlor appropriate for 16th century France.

Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.


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