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

About ten minutes later, the monster came out, pushing a cart that held three plastic bags. It took out a key, aimed it at the car, and the trunk lid slowly lifted up.


With the bags loaded in the trunk, the monster slammed down the lid and walked the cart to the corral. Matthew gnashed his teeth and scratched at his arms. Why did it have to do that? People just left the carts any which way in the parking lot.


It looked at its watch. “Whoa! I’d better hurry.” It opened the car door and got in.


The engine turned over, and the monster put the car in gear. The car went forward about a half dozen feet, and then began to jerk and shudder. Within seconds it had stalled out.


Matthew held his breath, poured some chloroform on a washcloth, and tucked the cloth into his back pocket. He strolled casually to the driver’s side and tapped on the window.


“Having a problem?” he asked when the window rolled down.


“Matthew! I guess so. I never had any trouble with Lucy before—”


Chapter 163