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You had an endless span of nights stretching before you

And you had power So e

His fingers closed around the speaker, and he shoved the man out of the alley The shadows dissipated as the snow fell on theht blue eyes Eyes that he knew

The man before him was tall, just an inch or two under Ben’s own six foot three height The fellow’s shoulders were broad, and his arms were covered with intricate tattoos The tattoos also circled the , dark tattoos that—if you looked at the

I’d never forget those tats

The guy in front of him wasn’t actually a man at all William Marley was a demon

“Remember me, do you?”

Only in his nightmares Ben dropped his hold on William Demon blood burned like acid in a vampire’s mouth He had no plans to make that particular SOB into a meal Behind him, Miles moaned in the alley

“Forget hiain, louder this time “The cops will handle the human As much as you want to do it, you shouldn’t kill him”

“Oh, yeah? Why not?” Ben’s hands fisted “Do you knohat he’s done? How he enjoyed hurting them?”

William rolled back his shoulders “I’m not concerned with Miles Gavin I’m here for you”

Ben’s heart slammed into his chest Despite the stories that circulated, vampires were actually still alive Their hearts beat They needed oxygen to breathe Their “death” was just a transition as their bodies stopped being weak and hu far more powerful

But…When a de

“Since you reht we met,” William continued The tattoos around his neck seemed to darken even more

Ben did reht He’d been a newly turned varief He’d found Willia the hell beat out of hi a few rounds with death, Ben had joined the fight Only one shifter had ht, and as for William…

“I owe you for saving me,” William said softly

The sirens were too close The cops would be there any moment “Screw the debt,” Ben said as he pushed past the demon He’d have to finish Miles another tih the snow The small town of Desolate, North Dakota, wasn’t his usual sort of hunting ground He’d only gone to the little town in order to find Miles In the last ten years, Ben had beco his prey of choice

Killers Rapists The men who deserved to be hunted—and to become Ben’s victims

He trudged through the snow The deuy The last thing he wanted to do was talk with William Marley The fellow reone to the cemetery, he hadn’t joined the battle to save William

I went into the fight because I wanted to die

Only he hadn’t Instead of the shifters killing him, Ben had been the one to take theht, Ben always survived, and he was left to walk this damn earth endlessly

The police cruisers flew past him Ben hunched his shoulders and pulled his coat closer The cold didn’t bother hiers got too cold, they just started to reheat a few moments later He healed and he lived and he hated it