He almost ran her over. Now he's directing traffic outside her school because that's never going to happen again.

Luca
For two hundred and thirty-seven years, I've avoided unnecessary obligations, modern bureaucracy, and anything that reminds me I'm no longer ruling a principality.

Then early one rainy morning I nearly run over Helen.

She's young, sweet, and entirely too careless with her own safety. By the time I leave her elementary-school classroom, one thing is perfectly clear.

She's mine.

So I do the logical thing. I volunteer as the school crossing guard, show up every morning and afternoon in an Italian suit and high-vis vest, and make certain Helen gets across the road in one piece.

The whole county thinks it's hilarious.

I don't care. I've waited centuries for her. I can survive the fashion crime of a fluorescent vest.

Helen
The gorgeous vampire who almost flattened me with his Mercedes is now standing outside my school twice a day holding a stop sign.

For me.

Which would be easier to dismiss if he weren't also telling me I'm his forever, asking what kind of claiming jewelry I prefer, and glaring at any man who gets too close.

Luca seems completely certain we belong together.

I'm... not exactly opposed. But can I spend forever with a man who still hasn't learned to communicate after 237 years without going crazy?