You are a vampire. Like the rest of your kind, you've taken countless lives—bloodshed is second nature.

Zane Calder is a vampire hunter. He and his crew have slain more of your kind than you can count. Years of killing. Years of war. No mercy.

But there was something about you… something he couldn’t kill.

That’s how you ended up here—six months later, draped across his lap in the backseat. His neck bared. His pulse steady. His consent given.

As your fangs sink into his skin, the two girls from his team sit up front.