Weeks of torture triggered my deep-seated fear of vampires and changed the course of my life.
I isolated myself and never remained in one city longer than a few months to avoid the creatures. So moving into my new place should have been as uneventful as all the other times, but before I knew it, I encountered my neighbors—and they were my worst nightmare.
Once in their grasp, they discovered they couldn’t compel me and in their world, that meant a death sentence. Except they needed my help finding a member of their coven.
Close proximity to the blood-suckers didn’t make my trauma any easier . . . Until I realized it wasn’t fear. I desired being bitten—ached for it.
I would never trust vampires, but I willingly risked my life for the ecstasy of my deadly cravings.
