My heart hasn't beaten in years...until the day his stopped.
Witches are straight up psychos. Well, at least the ones that force me to kill like an unchained attack dog. It doesn’t help that there hasn’t been a newborn vampire in over a decade.
No rest for the wicked, I guess.
My immortal life was destined to be filled with blood and loneliness…
It wasn't until Zac was thrown into our reluctant band of mercenary vampires, that I felt alive for the first time in eleven years. His dark eyes pierced my impenetrable skin and restarted my cold, dead heart.
But he’s not like the rest of us…
He's flawless, but also imperfect in the most desirable way. Zac can do things the rest of us can’t.
A secret hides in his hardened veins that our witch masters must never discover or their control over this world will know no end.