Dead of Night

Never trust a vampire.

That was rule number one.

Too bad I broke it.

When I stop a vampire from draining a human in the basement of a Chicago bar, I expect gratitude.

What I get instead is Lucas King—powerful, dangerous, and far too tempting for his own good.

He says I did him a favor.

He plans to repay it in bed.

I should walk away.

I don't.

Because witches are turning up dead.

And whatever is hunting them isn't just powerful—it's personal. It knows our magic. Our covens. Our secrets.

All signs point to Lucas.

Falling for a vampire is reckless.

Trusting one could get me killed.

But walking away from him?

That might be the one thing I can't do.