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

I refused to see the token as silly and sentimental, although in reality, I was just one of many to him.


Adam looped it round his neck, and the token fell to snag a nipple before coming to rest over his heart.


“You’re my…” He smiled and shook his head, and then ran the backs of his fingers over my cheek and chin. “Thank you.”


I had to admit it looked pretty darned sexy, and I grinned up at him. “I’m glad you like it.”


“You know the story behind the Mizpah?”


“Sorry.” I retrieved my own stocking from the mantel, reached into it, and pulled out the matching cord and token; I’d planned to start wearing it after I’d given Adam his.


He took my half of the Mizpah. His fangs extended, and he bit down on his thumb. He squeezed out a few drops, caught them on the token, and I stared wide-eyed as the wood absorbed his blood. Within seconds, it was impossible to tell what he’d done.


Chapter 52