Wanting her just might destroy me—and I’d still go back for more.
A rival syndicate enforcer is muscling into our territory—no permission, no truce, no rules. Just blood. He’s the kind of vampire who doesn’t blink before ripping out your throat to gain power.
And I know him. I’ve seen firsthand what he’s capable of. He’s not just a threat to the syndicate I’d bleed to protect. He’s a threat to the only people who matter to me.
And then there’s his daughter. Beautiful. Unpredictable. She moves like a siren and tastes like sin. But there’s a crack behind the gloss, a softness only I can see.
I should’ve kept my distance. But the first time we collided, it felt like the Dark Gods had a cruel sense of humor. Now I can’t stay away. We’re fire and gasoline, secrets and scars.
This isn’t a love story. It’s a warning.
Because wanting her might be the one thing that finally destroys me—and I’d still go back for more
