Though she can’t recall her early childhood, her memory burns with the fateful night that she encountered Mendelson. She’s been stabbed, shot, and beaten, but the half-vampire Hael refuses to die. With swarms of henchmen under his wing and hordes of people in his debt, no one dares to speak up against him, much less stop his cruelty, except for one. As his hunger and fascinations grow, his extending shadow creeps deeper into Eastern Europe. His insatiable appetite, with razor-sharp wit and teeth to match, tears through everything and everyone he wants. With stark, golden eyes and an iron grip, he barrels through Germany, like his personal playground.
In a chair with his face half-lit by a swinging light, one madman sits grinning at it all: Mendelson. Mountains of broken bodies and unburied bones litter the floors of a hidden estate.
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