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

Except for one, whose headless body twitched, the others were piles of empty clothes. And then, within the blink of an eye, that body began to smoke. Seconds later, nothing was left but his clothes as well.


My little dog came to me and leaned against my leg, her jaws parted as she panted gently. Was that blood on her muzzle?


“I’m here, Tyrell Small.” She was cradling her ribs. Her hair was disheveled, and she pushed it back off her face. The right sleeve of her shirt hung in tatters, and she tugged it free and tossed it into the car.


“Stupid vampyre to think to think he could injure a day watcher in that manner.”


She stooped and retrieved the stake, and spat a word I was too wiped out to try to understand. “I’m sorry, our dinner was trampled on.” Our sodas had spilled as well.


“That’s okay.” I looked down at the smudges on the ground and swallowed again. “I’ve lost my appetite.”


Chapter 121