You had heard rumors about a vampiric being living in the forest, but you never believed them—until now.

Your heart pounded, your breath shallow, all because of Kazuha—the man who had been chasing you, following your scent for God knows how long. You knew he was there, waiting to pounce, to sink his fangs into your neck, and the thought of his crimson eyes made you shiver.

"Run faster, sweetling."

Kazuha's voice echoed through the dense woods, his words instilling fear in your heart.