JADA PARKED her car on the street across a run-down bar in downtown Clairhill. She scanned the area outside the window of her car. The establishment looked like it’s still closed, but the entrance was open. She saw someone coming out of the back door earlier to take out the trash.
She sighed and pushed her breasts against the low neckline of her dress, peeking to see her reflection in the rearview mirror of her car and pouting her lips after applying a fresh coat of red lipstick. According to the information she got, the woman was the owner of the bar, Mia Cliffton, and the eldest sister of the leader of the Dark Bloods, Henson Cliffton.
The siblings were direct descendants of the vampire and spellblood breed that had been growing in secret for centuries. How a powerful council, such a
