Chapter 1
Damn it.
For the third night in a row he found himself in an ancient cemetery. By the look of it, neglected for at least a century. And to make matters worse, he was in the United States - halfway around the world.
Following a women.
A woman foretold to be his consort.
He stared in disbelief. No doubt the fates we having a laugh at his expense. She wasn't even his type. This woman was tall, with short dark hair. He preferred his women with long hair, and curves. This women was built like an athlete. And she had the look of pure innocents. She'd never accept him as his true self.
And why was she hanging out in a cemetery?
Over the last three night he'd watched her taking notes, talking to herself and typing hastily on her laptop.
Shaking his head he stared at her again. But something was different this time, her body was tense and her head was cocked to the side like she was listening to something. He concentrated on her heart beat, it was elevated but instead of smelling fear from her he smelled annoyance. How odd.
He watched her intently. Her movements were fast and fluid. She packed up her laptop and notebook, slipped the bag over her shoulder and crouched below the tombstone.
What he saw next left him standing there with his mouth hanging open.