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.

Vater?” repeated Quin. He looked from the blond man to Matheus. Recognition bloomed across his face.

“Quin,” Matheus said.

“Don’t.” Quin shifted away from Matheus. He stared at the blond man, jaw clenched and twitching.

“Incapacitate the subject and return it to its cell,” said Matheus’ father. “Mattias, with me.”

He walked toward the elevator without waiting. The guards parted automatically.

“Quin, I—” Matheus grabbed Quin’s wrist. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know!”

Quin shoved him aside. He darted forward, then slumped, a bolt sticking out of his back. He landed, knees on concrete, then bent at the waist, his head hitting the floor with a hollow thunk.

Matheus started forward, freezing at the sound of his father’s voice.

“Mattias, komm jetzt mit mir.

Matheus’ feet moved before his brain processed the words. He glanced at Quin, then ducked his head and followed his father. In the elevator, he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. He stopped breathing, each inhale too weak to lift the lead vest compressing his chest.

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