After saving my city from becoming Demonopolis, things got quiet for a while. Too quiet. I kept expecting the other horn to drop.
It didn’t. Fangs did.
Vampires normally blend into society, their discretion enforced by an ancient hierarchy, but something was causing them to break the rules and let their freak flag fly. And people were disappearing. Team Edward juice boxes? Maybe. But a nefarious charity with a netherworld clientele might also be involved.
The vampire council was pissed. Dante was worried. The city was on edge. And I was just hoping the people randomly disappearing still felt… anything.
My best chance at getting to the bottom of it is to work with the narcissistic nosferatu who runs the local paranormal hotspot. Neither of us is happy about it. I can’t say the same for his female business partner intent on sinking her fangs into me in more ways than one.
As is always the case when vamps are involved, things suck.