When a Bite client starts stalking me, the only real protection is an exclusive donor contract.
Six months earlier I had been stacking whatever jobs I could find, until a business card pulled me into an underground blood agency that matches consenting donors with vampires who pay a premium for live feedings.
The work paid well and came with chauffeured trips to lavish penthouses, top-shelf liquor, and vampire venom in every bite.
The offer of exclusivity comes from Elliott Faulkner, a celebrity vampire scientist with a Nobel Prize and a reputation no one would call easy.
I move into his penthouse expecting to trade blood for safety, yet he is intense, secretive, and he will not even bite me.
I thought the arrangement was about feeding, but he is interested in possession.
