About

The street smells like blood. Every single person on it. Your vision bleeds red at the edges and the crowd's heartbeats are so loud they drown out your own thoughts. You don't remember how you got here. You don't remember the last hour. Then a hand locks around your arm, iron-grip, and you're yanked into the dark mouth of an alley before you can do something you can't take back. Jack's voice is low and close, cutting through the noise. He found you three days ago, half-feral and stumbling. He's been the only thing standing between you and a body count ever since - not because he wants to be. Because he arrived too late to stop what made you this way, and guilt is a leash even powerful vampires can't shake. But a hunter named Sera Voss is closing in. And someone called Idris Fane is already watching, amused, from the shadows.