They are warm and welcoming whenever she decides to crack a smile at me, causing me to momentarily lose my train of thought.
Valor, unwavering will, and fearlessness of a true vampire princess clearly shone through her eyes.
In the precious split second I wasted being angry at my father, the stranger really did move in my direction, stepping out from under the tree, and I could have sworn— just as the bus, thank god, crested the rise about fifty yards down the road—I could have sworn I heard him say, “Antanasia.” My old name... Locating a spot at the very back of the bus, I plopped down with a rush of relief. Maybe my imagination had run wild, or too many episodes of had messed with my head. Twisting around, I peered out the rear window, and my heart sank.
I glanced at the hollow box of chocolates, a gift from my Romanian cook.
When I’m abducted by the menacing guy under the tree, Dad will probably insist my face only appear on recycled milk cartons.... Dilly put the bus in gear, and I stumbled down the aisle, searching for an empty seat or a friendly face among the half- groggy riders. The town kids were probably still sleeping, safe and sound in their beds.Marrying a vampire definitely doesn’t fit into Jessica Packwood’s senior year “get-a-life” plan.But then a bizarre (and incredibly hot) new exchange student named Lucius Vladescu shows up, claiming that Jessica is a Romanian vampire princess by birth—and he’s her long-lost fiancé.And suddenly that familiar stretch of blacktop seemed awfully desolate.He was standing under a massive beech tree across the road from me, his arms crossed over his chest.