Liberty is a vampire living on a space station on the edge of civilization, a place where only those avoiding attention from the government tend to land. Libs spends his days working for the gangster who runs the place. He is somewhat content with his lot in life.<br><br>Riordan Dalheart is a Ranger working as a government enforcer, and he's been sent to the furthest reaches of the galaxy on a secret mission. Liberty is immediately suspicious of his motives. Whatever his mission, Rory's presence throws a wrench into the finely-tuned dynamics of the space station, as well as upsets the balance of Liberty's life.<br><br>What is Rory up to and why is he here? Liberty is determined to get to the bottom of this situation ... and so is the gangster he works for.

Rangers Over Regulus

He sank his teeth in deep and felt the warmth of blood well up around his gums. He clamped his mouth down hard around the wound and gulped desperately at the hot, salty, and metallic liquid as it spurted down his throat. He drank it, groaning helplessly. He sucked down the rich, velvety elixir until the man’s heart ceased to beat. Libs pulled back and licked the blood off his lips and teeth, satisfied and slightly lethargic. No one would miss this man, of that Libs was absolutely certain. The guy tasted like corruption, the darkness making his blood thick and slightly bitter. Libs was no stranger to the flavour, and a taste once acquired is hard to lose again.


He walked back into the Saloon with more of a swagger in his step and a pleased tilt to his mouth. Stella rolled her eyes and stood, gesturing with one gloved hand for him to follow. Libs didn’t need the prompt, but went after her easily.


Chapter 3