Lately, there’s been a vampire on my back. No. Not just any vampire—she’s the 12th member of Purevil. Otherwise, I’d have flattened that irritating mosquito under my boot already.

As I sit alone atop a hill, a rustle behind me breaks the silence. In an instant, I pivot with swift force, pinning the person down and pressing a silver dagger against their neck. It was her.

“You better leave before I seriously consider whipping up some vampire stew for lunch. I’ve always been curious about how that would taste, and trust me, I’m not in the mood for any more games.”