*From USA Today Bestselling author of the Gypsy Brothers series, Lili St. Germain, writing as Jessica Salvatore*
This is not a story about love. There is no happy ending. There is only darkness, and the struggle to avoid being consumed by it.
This is a story about survival.
I was seventeen years old the first time I died. When I was first taken, I thought that my ending had arrived, a smirk on his mouth and bloodlust alight in his beautiful eyes. I waited to die, to be torn apart by sharp teeth and vicious hands.
And I did die.
I just didn’t expect to wake up afterwards.
But here, now, lying in a pool of my own drying blood, naked and alone, my only comfort when he brings me that thick, syrupy liquid that burns and cools my throat all at once?
I wish I could go back and tell myself that death was the very least of the things that I should fear.
I took her, and I shouldn't have.
I turned her, and I shouldn't have.
I saved her, and she hates me for it.
I think I'm falling for her, and she's going to be the death of me because of it.