Imagine an earth just a bit different from ours. In this world normals unknowingly share the planet with all manner of beings, including vampyres, most of whom rely on bagged blood, which is supplemented by the blood of sabors, valued individuals whose blood contains an element necessary for the survival of the species. Tyrell Small has always felt different. He just never knew how different. On his sixteenth birthday, his father reveals Ty is one such sabor, with the birthmark to prove it. Upon learning he’ll be required to feed vampyres, Ty decides he’s not having any of that. He’ll run away and make his own destiny. Slipping out his second story bedroom window, he finds Adam Dasani, the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen, waiting for him on the roof. Adam is reluctant to distress the young sabor about to slide down the drainpipe, but he’s one of the vampyres Ty will one day feed. Equerry to the vampyre king, Adam had been given the task of guarding Ty on the day he was born. Because the blood of the two most powerful saborese families in the shared history of vampyres and sabors runs through Ty’s veins, some vampyres will do anything to obtain him for themselves. It will be up to Adam to keep Ty safe, not only from those rogue vampyres but from others who have plans of their own for him. Everyone keeps telling Ty he can’t escape his destiny, but he has no intention of sitting around twiddling his thumbs, waiting for life to catch up with him. However, will something Adam inadvertently said give Ty a way to live the life he wants and keep those he loves -- including Adam -- out of danger?

They Come by Night

On top of that, I’d had to drive with the brights on for the last twenty minutes. The street lights were few and far between on the strip of road leading to my little bungalow.


It had been a great Christmas, though, and I’d loved spending the time with Dad.


But as Dorothy said, there was no place like home.


No, Dad’s house wouldn’t be that for me ever again.


In the backseat was the care package of leftovers Dad had sent with me; even with Mrs. Wilder and Harker, he claimed he’d never be able to finish them all, and so I’d graciously accepted them.


I chuckled to myself. If he hadn’t offered, I’d planned to do a little begging. I wasn’t proud. He was a fantastic cook, better than I ever hoped to be. And besides, until I got to the supermarket, my cupboard was pretty much bare.


Chapter 50