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.

Alistair breezed into his office, humming under his breath. He stopped short as Matheus slapped his paperwork down onto the desk.

“Oh, so you decided to return,” said Matheus, folding his hands on Alistair’s desk. He’d commandeered Alistair’s office, spending most of the past three hours reviewing Alistair’s records in an attempt to distract himself. “I mean, it’s not like there’s a power-mad psycho bitch out there hunting us down like wounded gazelles. Please, feel free to disappear for hours without calling anyone. It’s no skin off my nose.”

“Aw, you were worried.” Alistair leaned over the desk, kissing Matheus’ cheek. “That’s very sweet.”

Matheus jerked to his feet, slamming his hands onto the desk, the metal reverberating through the tiny room.

“I’m serious, Alistair. You’re the one telling me not to run off with Quin, and then you turn around and do that exact thing!”

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