The Enemy Vampire's Crown

I used to pin the vampire king to my bedroom wall at fourteen; the poster is gone, yet I never quite outgrew him.

A worthless degree and fifty-seven thousand dollars in student debt push me into a high-paying maid job at the Krovenian royal castle, where I am assigned to clean his private chambers.

On my third day I brand him an arrogant, condescending asshole, and instead of dismissing me he keeps me as his personal maid, a choice that does not add up.

He is cold, nitpicks my dusting, and calls humans stupid, even though his people adore him and his fangs lengthen, his eyes going dark, whenever he catches my stare.

Then I discover the truth, and I walk into a snowstorm rather than let myself become a danger to him.