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.

When does the next train leave?”

The woman behind the glass didn’t look up from her magazine. Licking a finger, she turned a page with a casual swipe.

“Destination?” she asked.

“Doesn’t matter,” said Matheus. “Anywhere.”

With a sigh, the woman sat up, pulling over the keyboard. Matheus drummed his fingers on the counter as she typed.

“There’s a train to Portland, Maine at 7:30 p.m.,” she said. “Forty-two dollars round trip.”

“One-way is fine,” said Matheus. He slid a fifty through the gap in the glass.

“I need an ID,” said the woman.

Matheus pushed another fifty toward her. The woman picked up the bill, lips pursed. With a quick look around, she tucked the fifty into her pocket. A few keystrokes later, she passed a ticket through the gap.

“Enjoy your trip, Mr. Smith,” she said.

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