**Table for Two—Abel Korzeniowski**
Ember flipped through the pages of the book hurriedly, her knees curled beneath her on the cold library floor. Her hair had come undone, and the untamed wild-mast of it spilling across her face and shoulders like smoke from a fire she hadn't put out.
The words written in the pages floated to her—names, places, dates—but none of them held the information she was searching for.
Information on the cold hands that probably rescued her from the flames that consumed her coven, and the man who might be behind it.
It was like trying to pluck a needle from a sea of ash. But since the ordinary books about Vaskor didn't hold the information she wanted, then maybe a book on the ancient BlueBloods was just what she needed.
Chasing her wild theory frantically, Ember didn't stop for a second in her avid research… so much so that time passed without her knowing.
Is Vladimir BlueBlood truly the first ever vampire….?
Flip.
