Asiah Bosier

He didn’t know why, but there was something about this nameless vampire that sent a tremble brought on by indecision down his spine.

In your world, Hamilton, I do not exist. So, there would be no point in me telling my name to someone who should not know of it.

This was the first time he’d ever been in the presence of a vampire who had no concern for ripping him to shreds, piercing him with their fangs, or even toying with him for amusement, and that by itself was enough to wrap Hamilton in this ball of curiosity.