Deathless — Anne Malcom

My life was never black and white. Heck, it wasn't even black, white and gray. Lines were not drawn between good and evil, and if they were, I would have jumped those suckers for fun. But now it was simpler. It wasn't black and white. Or gray. It was only one thing. Blood. A crimson-tinted world. That was all I needed. All I wanted. Him. Despite the war raging around us, or the secrets between us, there was nothing simpler than blood. It didn't matter that it would be fatal. After all, it's the things we're not undead without that will kill us in the end.