A little Witch With Three Hot Vampires On Her Trail

"It's already 12:30 a.m., thirty minutes past midnight and I still can't locate the fucking grave.



Just how deep did these assholes bury her? Were they trying to hide a body or dig to the Earth's core?



I know, I know. You're probably wondering what the hell a woman in her late twenties is doing in a cemetery, covered in dirt, and digging up graves like it's a normal Friday night.



And no, I'm not a gravedigger............"





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.