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

I call him Gino,” said Apollonia. “He’s such a good boy.” She stroked the sleek dark head at her side.

“What’s wrong with him?” Joan whispered. Alistair covered his face, turning toward the door. “Matheus? What’s going on?”

Matheus ignored her. He stared at Quin, unable to process what he saw. A thick leather collar had been cinched around Quin’s throat. He wore nothing to protect him from the cold night air. His skin prickled with goose bumps, and he shivered, his teeth rattling together, but his face held no expression. Matheus had no idea how Apollonia paraded a naked man in a collar through the city without being arrested.

“Go say hello, Gino.” Apollonia waved a hand at Matheus.

Quin crawled toward the steps. He butted his head against Matheus, the top of his skull pressing into Matheus’ thigh. Matheus dug his fingernails into the palms of his hands, fighting the urge to shove this thing away. Whatever Apollonia had done, this creature kneeling in front Matheus was not Quin. Quin’s body, but not Quin.

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