Those monsters had preyed on humanity for millennia, committing senseless, brutal murders. Like the rest of my colleagues at the Occult Bureau, I looked forward to a world where we could all sleep peacefully at night and roam the streets without fear—where incessant cover-up jobs were no longer required to keep the public calm and unaware.
But the end of vampires wasn’t the end of our problems. It was only the beginning.
Other blood-sucking creatures began to lurk in the night. As soon as I turned twenty-one, I became a ground agent at the Occult Bureau because I wanted—no, needed—to join the fight.
And then Dorian Clave burst into my life. Vampires like him were killers who devoured humanity’s inner darkness until shadows danced beneath their skin. Yet there was more to him than that.
He showed me that light cannot exist without the dark — and that trying to fight this balance would have consequences our human minds couldn’t even comprehend.
Because sometimes darkness needs to exist.