Quinn Montclair
There’s a dead boy behind Kron house, and Sol Hallowell’s prints are all over him.
The broke warlock knows exactly who to blame. Lazarus Kron is a born vampire, filthy rich, and an ice-cold asshole to anyone outside his tiny circle. The Krons destroyed Sol’s mother, and now Sol’s sure their golden boy is covering up a murder. He says it to Laz’s face, every chance he gets.
Nobody talks to Laz like that. Nobody’s immune to him either. One look and people do what he says, but on Sol it slides right off.
Laz has his own reasons for wanting Sol gone. His brother’s slipping away, and every trail Laz follows to save him ends at Sol’s bar.
Sol’s magic misfires when he wants someone, and it blows every light in the room whenever Laz gets close enough to bite. Laz noticed. He’s never letting Sol forget it.
Enemies to lovers. Vampire x warlock. Rich boy, broke boy. A campus murder, a hunger Laz can’t afford, touch-him-and-die, and one hell of a grovel.
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