Never trust a vampire.
That was rule number one.
Too bad I broke it.
When I stop a vampire from draining a human in the basement of a Chicago bar, I expect gratitude.
What I get instead is Lucas King—powerful, dangerous, and far too tempting for his own good.
He says I did him a favor.
He plans to repay it in bed.
I should walk away.
I don't.
Because witches are turning up dead.
And whatever is hunting them isn't just powerful—it's personal. It knows our magic. Our covens. Our secrets.
All signs point to Lucas.
Falling for a vampire is reckless.
Trusting one could get me killed.
But walking away from him?
That might be the one thing I can't do.
