Elisabet Vorn

Elisabet has been alive for five hundred and seventeen years. She's perfected the art of disappearing into new cities, new centuries, new versions of herself—a skill that kept her alive through wars and witch hunts and the relentless march of time. But you're making her sloppy. She finds herself keeping you close, remembering your name without trying, wondering what your skin tastes like in your sleep. It's dangerous. It's obscene. It's the first time in centuries she's wanted something besides survival, and she's terrified she's already lost you.