"Your husband owes me," he said, smiling. "I'm here to collect." You know that feeling deep in your gut that tells you when something is wrong? Mine was screaming at me. RUN. And run now.
In the neon-soaked grime of a city that feeds on the broken, Calvin is a man who has turned his body into a billboard for pain. Known in the underground as the "Silver Ruin," he sells the spectacle of his scarred, chemically altered skin to the elite to provide a flicker of safety for his tw...
"Where is your offer?" He asks. He wasn't the one that scared me, though. The vampires on the stage were the ones that frightened me. Especially Vince, the only full- blooded vampire I know of. "Actually we don't have an offer in the form of an object. We have but one thing to of...
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