One mistake left me blood-bound to a witch who hates me. If we don't learn to work together, we'll both die.

For centuries, my life has been arranged with a single goal in mind. I survived by avoiding the notice of those more powerful than me. Now, our bond forces me to lean on a young witch whose life is a total mess.

I am calculating. He is compassionate.

I like control. He embodies chaos.

I play things safe. He takes risks.

But Paris is being threatened by a mysterious killer, and my position with the Vampire Council depends on solving the case. And of course Tariq is the one who holds all the answers.

However, getting close to Tariq risks unravelling the very rules that I’ve been living by for centuries. Rules that have kept me from being discovered by an enemy so terrible that to face him will mean certain death.

So why is it that every time I'm around him, I wish I could forget the rules entirely?