Rembrandt - Kathi S Barton - Bog

1800 years ago... It was time for him to die. Rembrandt was ready. He had put up a good fight and nearly died twice that day, but now he was done and he was ready to die on the battlefield with the rest of his brethren. Death would be merciful, he would finally be with his wife and children. A being clad in black had other ideas. Rembrandt was meant to help him fight his cause and to help right a wrong that his kind had brought to this world. He gifted the reluctant Rembrandt with a taste for blood and immortality...and more...so much more. Back to the present... Rembrandt had had enough. He was over this life 1800 years ago and now he was just sick of it. The creatures he fought, the malefactors, kept growing in numbers and he couldn't kill them fast enough to keep up. He had fought the battle alone all these years and he wasn't sure he even wanted to anymore. Skylar Manning was just trying to be nice. The mysterious man dressed in black was hanging around after closing...again. It was the third time this week. Only this time he grabbed her arm. Her world changed forever. Suddenly she found herself hunted by shadowy figures with razor sharp teeth, and into the arms of a warrior who craved her as much as she did him...