“I’ll give you props for the shallow grave, although a stone would have been nice.”

Her voice — with its timbre of British pronunciation — tore through the once eerie silence. Rose took a step forward, brows furrowed and green hues sparking in slight bewilderment. Humanity? Questionable, but so was the entire idea of a switch when one was five-hundred. A nostalgic day in paradise ripped away when waking up to face something she despised done that to a person. Vampires.