Vampire Queen’s POV

Leo chose a well-known café to meet. Street-facing windows, fake brick walls, and the kind of chairs that sink a little too low when you sit. A place meant to make people feel at ease.

I let Alicia’s face smile, let her hands curl naturally around the warm cup in front of me. He’d ordered for both of us—black coffee, no sugar, no cream. Still pretending not to be the kind of man who studies every reaction, but I knew better.

He was ...