LOGINRaina's POV
A cold chill ran up my spine, choking the breath from my lungs. The vampire stood unnervingly still, his gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that sent my instincts screaming. Every muscle in my body tensed, but I couldn't move, fear rooting me in place.
Mel.
The name curled around me like a whispered curse. I didn't know any Mel. At least, I didn't think I did. But the way he said it—like it was a name that belonged to me—sent a ripple of unease through me.
I forced myself to speak, drawing in a shaky breath. “You've got the wrong person.”
His lips curled, his fangs gleaming under the pale morning light. “No, I don't.”
My pulse thundered in my ears, my mind racing through options. Run? Scream? Attack? None of them seemed wise against a creature that had already proven it could kill. And from last night's research, I was outmatched in strength and speed. I didn't stand a chance.
“What do you want?” I asked, stalling for time.
The vampire titled his head slightly, his blackened veins pulsing as if something dark and unnatural ran beneath his skin. “So the rumors are true?” he murmured, almost to himself, disappointment flickering in his tone.
My chest tightened. “What rumours?”
“Hmm. Was that the price? Losing your memories?”
I gritted my teeth, irritation replacing fear. I hated feeling lost, like I was being played with.
“What the hell are you tal—”
Before I could finish, the vampire moved. My mouth opened to scream, thinking he was about to sink his fangs into me. But the sound caught in my throat as his lips—cold and soft—connected with mine.
I froze, my body suddenly reacting on sheer will. My hands tangled in his hair as I pulled him closer, letting my tongue roam freely in his mouth. The taste of iron lingered, sending a jolt through me.
The vampire abruptly pulled back, pushing me away with a bewildered look. “Something is wrong,” he stated, eyeing me intently.
I barely heard him. My mind was hazy, body aching to close the distance between us again. I moved toward him, but he took a step back.
“What did you do, Mel?”
Before I could answer, a voice called behind me. “Raina, is that you?”
I turned to find my co-worker, James, standing at the entrance with a garbage bag in hand, adjusting his glasses. “Who are you talking to?”
Remembering the vampire, I glanced back—but he was gone. Only a gust of wind remained, whipping my hair into my face.
“What the hell just happened?” I muttered, the burning need fading into an unsettling cringe.
James walked up to me, scanning the lot. “Raina, are you okay? I swear I saw you talking to someone.
“No,” I lied. “Just thinking.”
“Hmm.” He didn’t look convinced. “Well, better head inside. The manager’s been asking for you. I think you might be in trouble this time.”
“Great.”
I quickly closed my gas tank, throwing one last glance over my shoulder before heading inside.
“That's three times this week, Raina.” Frank frowned, leaning back in his chair.
“I can explain. My bike—”
“You told me you had it fixed two days ago.”
I paused, coming up with another excuse. “I did. But haven’t you heard? One of our honorary customers, Miss Agnes, went missing. Since I was the last person to see her, the police had questions.”
Frank scrutinized me. “Always an excuse with you.”
“Hey, it's not my fault things keep happening.”
He shot me a look, shutting me up. I avoided his gaze, focusing on anything but him.
“Fine. You can leave,” he sighed. “But one more strike, and that's it.”
I paused mid-stand. “You'd really fire me?”
“If you’re late again.” He returned to his paperwork, dismissing me.
“Wow.”
I walked out, heading for the dispatch room. The place was already bustling.
“Look, everyone, the boss has arrived,” Ava called, glancing at her empty wrist. “Over two hours late to give us our orders.”
I rolled my eyes. “Maybe if you saved up for a watch, you wouldn’t have to fake-check the time.”
Laughter rippled through the room, making Ava fume. I blew her a kiss, grabbed my list, and left. Somehow, she had it in her head that Frank and I had a thing. If she’d just talk to me instead of acting like a child, she’d know I wanted nothing to do with him. I wasn’t one to date my boss.
I picked up my packages. The first delivery was to some teenagers, which meant no tip. Great.
After that, I avoided a fight with two other rude customers before returning for my last package. On my way out again, I bumped into Ava. She smirked, brushing me on the shoulder as she walked past.
Suspicion gnawed at me, but I had bigger things to worry about. Like whether the vampire would still show up after our weird encounter this morning.
I secured my package, hopped onto my bike, and took off. Today's traffic was heavy, but I weaved through, glancing at my watch. I wasn’t behind schedule yet.
I pulled up to a bungalow, a German shepherd chained to the porch, It barked but wagged its tail.
“Hey, Max. Want some treats?” I tossed him a bone from my pocket. He devoured it without hesitation. “Good boy.” I scratched behind his ear, then rang the doorbell.
After delivering the package—and receiving a generous tip—I climbed back onto my bike. Loosening my ponytail, I let my hair flow in the night breeze.
The bridge road was open. No speed limits.
I set a timer, smirking as I took off. The wind rushed past, hair whipping behind me, my cap keeping it in place.
“Whoo!” I shouted into the wind, letting go of the handle bars for a split second.
This was the best part of my job.
I laughed to myself, raising my face to feel the wind in it.
Then I heard it.
A horn. Blaring.
No headlights. No sign of where it was coming from.
I hit the brakes—nothing.
I tried again. But it didn’t work.
My heart lurched. “Damn you, Ava!”
The truck came into view, barreling toward me. The driver was distracted, arguing with his pregnant wife.
“Hey!” I waved frantically.
Too late.
I swerved, crashing into the bridge’s side. The impact flung me over the edge.
A scream barely escaped my lips before the river swallowed me whole.
I couldn’t swim.
Lower and lower, I sank, swallowing mouthfuls as I struggled.
The water stung my eyes. My lungs burned.
Then—something fell from the sky.
A splash.
I reached out, fingers brushing against something solid. My vision blurred, but I recognized the eerie, empty void of nothingness staring back at me.
I blinked, trying to hold onto him, just as the last of my air escaped. My grip faltered, and I slipped away, drifting into the comforting embrace of darkness.
Raina’s POVThe hunger hit harder at night.It wasn’t the kind that crept in—it slammed into me like a wave. Three nights in the same house with them, and the hunger was getting worse. I could hear it, the faint hum under their skin, the dead rhythm that passed for a heartbeat. The air itself carried it, thick with the scent of old blood and magic. I’d been pretending not to notice. Pretending not to want it.So I slipped out while they slept.The woods behind Liam's house stretched wide and quiet, damp with mist. My boots sank into soft earth as I followed the scent of faint human blood. A wanderer, maybe. Or someone who didn’t know what kind of monsters lived here.When I found him, I didn’t think. My body moved before my mind caught up. One pull of air, one heartbeat later, his pulse fluttered against my lips.I didn’t take much, just enough to quiet the ache clawing up my throat. Enough to remind myself I still had control.When I let go, he slumped against a tree, dazed but alive
Raina’s POVI knew that coming for me would be the first thing he did when he opened his eyes. So predictable.“Let me go,” I managed, forcing the words through his grip.He returned his gaze to me, eyes burning with rage. His veins were no longer blackened with poison, his body back to its normal color.“You should be dead,” he hissed. “After everything you’ve done.”I didn't flinch. I could break his hold in an instant. Could rip his arm clean from its socket before he even blinked. But Liam stood behind him—eyes wide, torn between loyalty and horror.If I fought back, I’d lose them both.“Ian,” Liam said, his tone low but cutting enough to slice through the air. “Let her go.”Ian didn’t even look at him this time. His fingers dug deeper into my skin. “She’s the reason I nearly turned to ash. Tell me, why should I spare her?”“You tried to kill me you dickhead,” I snapped, my patience thinning.“Exactly why I should finish what I started.”I smiled faintly, the kind that didn’t reac
Liam’s POV“How’s Ian?” Ysra’s smile faltered. “Not good. Come in.”Raina stepped in first, then paused at the threshold, like she didn't want to cross. Her eyes swept the room, cold and searching, like she was cataloging threats rather than returning someplace familiar.I followed her.The living area smelled faintly of antiseptic and copper. Judy sat at the table, bandaged hand resting over a cup of untouched tea. Zade hovered near the hallway, trying to look tough but the relief in his eyes when he spotted Raina was impossible to miss.“You’re back,” he breathed.Raina only dipped her head once. No smile. No warmth. Just an acknowledgment so small it almost wasn’t there.That alone felt like a knife in my ribs.Ysra led us down the hall. The closer we got, the more the air shifted. When we entered the bedroom, I froze.Ian lay sprawled across the mattress, his skin burned with angry streaks of black that crawled up his throat and jaw. Sweat beaded along his temples, his hands fist
Liam’s POVTime doesn’t pass the same when you’re waiting for someone who may never walk back through the door.I’d been hovering around Slade’s territory for more than twenty-four hours, alone with nothing but the distant thrum of bass from his club and the static ache of the bond in my chest—that faint pull reminding me Raina was alive but drifting further from the version of herself that remembered me.Slade said to wait. I wasn’t built for waiting.By the time the clock struck midnight again, I’d had enough.His men at the entrance recognized me instantly. Not because they knew my face, but because they could feel the rage rolling off me. They tensed like they were ready to throw themselves at me for Slade’s approval, but I didn’t give them a chance to decide.The doors burst inward when I kicked them open, and the music swallowed me whole—pounding, frantic, feeding the violence simmering under my skin.Slade saw me coming before anyone else did. He was lounging against the railin
Raina’s POVI lied.I wasn’t looking for who had turned Slade because he had answers. I was looking for an easy way to end it all.And to do that, I had to find the makers. The ones who started it all. The roots of our corruption. The monsters that even monsters whispered about. Michael Valeric was one of them.The name itself carried a kind of silence that pressed against the bones. It tasted old. Heavy. The kind of name that wasn’t meant to be spoken out loud after dark.I tracked him to the outskirts of the city—where the streetlights thinned, and the air thickened with something that wasn’t quite night. The land was older here. The soil black and damp, the trees bent from years of holding secrets they couldn’t drop. I followed the scent of decay and iron until I reached what looked like an abandoned chapel swallowed by the forest. The roof had long caved in, and the stone walls were cracked like veins under pale skin.The wind moaned through the hollow frame, carrying whispers th
Raina’s POV Oh, I did find something worse than myself waiting in the dark. It wasn’t a monster. It wasn’t even human. It was purpose. Cold, clean, cruel. The shipment Slade had sent me after wasn’t late—it was stolen. By a group of rogue vampires who thought feeding off the trade lines would make them untouchable. They were wrong. Their hideout was an old freight yard just beyond the river, thick with rust and stench. The night crawled with the kind of silence that only came before blood. I moved through it like smoke, tracing the heartbeat of the first guard before he even saw me. One twist, one bite, and he was gone. The others followed fast. Quick kills. No mess. I was done before the echo of the first body hit the ground. When I found the missing shipment, half the blood bags were drained dry. The rogues hadn’t been hungry—they’d been desperate. I stared down at the torn plastic, the clotted red on the floor, and felt nothing. Maybe that was the worst part. By the ti







