My kind has gone by many names since the dawn of time, striking fear in those who speak them—bloodsucker, undead, monster, parasite, demon, and the most commonly known one…vampire.

I founded the High Council over a hundred years ago, an organization that oversees the bi-annual auction known as the Culling. It's an arrangement between a willing human and a vampire, the human receiving cash beyond their wildest dreams and the vampire getting to feed on them. Enough to sustain, never drain.

Being a member of the High Council makes me a target to the fanged rogues that refuse to follow the rules, and since they certainly can't kill me, they want to harm anyone I'm close to. Which is why I haven't participated in the Culling for decades, feeding in secret in order to keep the humans' identities safe.

But when Greyson Gilmore—the hot guy with cute glasses I met last night who lit my soul on fire and made me feel alive for the first time in almost two hundred years—shows up in the auction room, I know that everything is about to change. Because there is no chance in hell that anyone else is getting to sink their fangs into him.

Vampires tend to be possessive, and I am no exception. Greyson is mine…only mine.