Sasha Laurens

I let myself smile, just a little, thinking of her asking my pronouns. I had never heard a vampire ask that, although I knew that humans sometimes did.

Why shouldn’t I have a little fun? Yes, they were using me, but it felt good to see them recognize that I had something they wanted. Plus, it was hot to see the perfect little Harcoties scared that they were doing something they weren’t supposed to—even though it was fucked up that they believed kissing girls fell into that category.

There was just something graceful and specific and arresting about each of them, as if each girl was the fullest version of herself.