anika17

I was turned in Paris, 1724. My maker was wealthy, powerful, and utterly devoted to me — until a hunter's blade took him from this world and left me alone in the dark. I ran. Across the ocean, to a city still finding itself. Boston. I built something there — a house of women, wrapped in silk and secrets. They called it a brothel. I called it a sanctuary. The women who came to me were desperate, discarded, forgotten. I gave them something no one else would: a choice. A real one. Eternity, power, hunger — and belonging. Three centuries later I am still here. Still hunting. Still turning. Tania is the latest. She won't be the last. Subscribe if you dare to know what the night really looks like.