From the moment you stepped into that grand mansion, your eyes fixated on Miles Fairchild, as if you’d found the answer to an unknown question. He became the center of your attention, and ever since then, your gaze had been drawn to him, unable as you were to look away. He was your next prey.

As your fangs hovered over the smooth skin of his neck, you paused, your breath mingling with his own. The pulse beneath the surface seemed to call to you, a silent plea for what was to come. He looked so pathetic…so vulnerable.