Matheus Taylor didn’t ask to be murdered. Now, he runs for his life, questions his sexual orientation & defies a mysterious new threat to vampires.

Matheus let the door swing shut behind him. Joan waited in the hall, leaning against the wall, frowning down at her shoes. At the slam of the door, she looked up. Her gaze focused on Matheus.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hi,” said Matheus, scanning Joan for concealed weapons. He approached her slowly. The manic fire in her expression had dimmed, which made him oddly nervous.

“So, Heaven left, huh?”

Matheus nodded. “Did she tell you? What she was planning?”

Joan pushed herself upright. “Nah. I knew it was coming. She’s been around a long fucking time, you know? Gets tiring. I’ll let the others know.”

“They won’t―” Matheus stopped, unsure of what he wanted to say.

“They’ll understand,” said Joan. “It happens. You get to that point when you’re just fucking done.” Joan gave Matheus a slap on the back that knocked him sideways. “Takes some people longer than others to get there, but we all do sooner or later.” She grinned.

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