Stolen By the Necromancer

Nero
She’s beautiful. She’s innocent.
And she’s about to be all mine.
From the moment of her birth, I’ve been watching.
I’ve been waiting for her twenty-second birthday, when her powers would mature, making her ripe for the harvest.
And that time has finally come and I’m about to claim what is mine.

Genevieve
I’ve always felt different from the other girls.
They sensed it too, so they never wanted anything to do with me.
For years it hurt to be the outcast, but now in college, focused on my studies with a bright future ahead, the loneliness isn’t so overwhelming. For a moment, I almost fit in.
But lately I’ve been feeling off. Anxious. Like something life-changing is about to happen.
I’m consumed with the feeling of being watched.
Maybe I really am losing my mind, just like people said. But then I start seeing him—always watching, always closer.
He’s too beautiful to be human.
And all my senses scream he will be the death of me.
But.
He’s irresistible.