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.

Cut the head off evil and a worse one spawned in its place, except this time it was the only creature that could destroy me . . . and I wanted it to after what I did to Beckett.

But if I gave up, everything would end, and my remaining mates would meet the same fate—which wasn't an option. It left me with one choice—find a way to break our mate bonds.

A potentially useless hope, but I was desperate. When I found the monster that created me, if I didn't win, he'd take out all of us.

But my mates refused to let me act alone, and as hard as I fought, I couldn't escape the sweet embrace of my wicked beasts.