A little Witch With Three Hot Vampires On Her Trail

I had three fucking rules. Just three. And sure, no problem with the undead—until me and my brilliant fucking stupidity decided to break every single one.



**Rule one**: Don’t remove the necklace.

**Rule two**: Don’t talk to him.

**Rule three**: For the love of all things holy—don’t open the fucking cage.



Simple, right? Apparently not. I shattered them. One by one. Like an idiot playing with a loaded gun.



And now?

The most dangerous vampire in existence is free.

Two others are hot on my tail.

And I have no idea what the fuck I’ve gotten myself into.