PROLOGUE 3 Weeks Earlier Death clung to my skin like bitter smoke. It smelled of dirt, decaying leaves, and despair, the odor so potent that I couldn’t escape it. Everywhere I turned, the stench followed me, growing stronger with each passing second. Desperate to breathe in anything other than that acrid scent, I started to run. My bare feet slapped against the wet asphalt, carrying me faster and faster until I was all out sprinting. Hurry, hurry, hurry , I urged myself—despite knowing...

PROLOGUE EVERETT Blood and lust saturated the air. The heady concoction pulled at my senses, urging me to indulge in my baser instincts....

PROLOGUE He watched through the tinted windshield as she started up her silver Honda. “She saw me in my true form,” he said the second...