Property of Scar (Kings of Anarchy: New Hampshire #2)

She hunts monsters. She’s never wanted to keep one before.

Calypso doesn’t ask permission.

She’s half vampire, half hunter, and she crashes into my territory as if she owns it—guns drawn, unafraid, and looking at me as if she hasn’t decided whether I’m an asset or a target.

I’ve had five centuries of people fear me on sight. This woman reloads and raises an eyebrow. I don’t do alliances. I do blood, empire, and control.

But the Crimson Circle is back, and the evil moving through my territory is the same one that destroyed everything I loved three hundred and fifty years ago. Calypso is just a source.

She has answers I need. I have knowledge she can’t survive without. So, I let her stay. Call it strategy. Call it temporary.

The problem is, she keeps standing her ground and looks at me like I am a man instead of a monster. She came for the bodies. Not for me. And I was never supposed to want her to stay.