Thorns of the Moon

I took in a vampire who has survived for nearly a century—the most sacred, ancient pureblood of her clan. Yet, her own kind calls her insane, accusing her of ruining her own immortality for a mere human. Because for every ounce of love she harbors for me, an inch of her flesh crystallizes into solid ice. Countless times, I bared my neck to her lips, begging her to drain my blood and break this cruel curse. Everyone was waiting for her to bite—including myself. But she never did. She would only press her cold lips against mine, whispering "I love you" over and over again. Until the night of the full moon, when a devastating secret came to light... She had never planned to break the curse at all.