Let me tell you how I ended up locked in a vampire's mansion, wearing his shirt... and somehow having absolutely zero regrets. It started with me minding my own business. Well... attempting to. I saw something that night I was never supposed to see. Not the body. Not the blood. Him. And the worst part—the part that should've had me running and screaming into the nearest church? He saw me too. He smiled. Then he said four words that changed everything. "You shouldn't have looked." Now I'm here. In his world. Surrounded by creatures that go bump in the night like it's their full-time job. And Kael Blackthorn—ancient, devastatingly beautiful, and completely unhinged—is looking at me like I'm the most fascinating thing he's seen in five centuries. I should be terrified. Funny enough... I'm not. He thinks I'm his prey. He has no idea what he just invited in.