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Chapters (44)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. CHAPTER 1
  5. CHAPTER 2
  6. CHAPTER 3
  7. CHAPTER 4
  8. CHAPTER 5
  9. CHAPTER 6
  10. CHAPTER 7
  11. CHAPTER 8
  12. CHAPTER 9
  13. CHAPTER 10
  14. CHAPTER 11
  15. CHAPTER 12
  16. CHAPTER 13
  17. CHAPTER 14
  18. CHAPTER 15
  19. CHAPTER 16
  20. CHAPTER 17
  21. CHAPTER 18
  22. CHAPTER 19
  23. CHAPTER 20
  24. CHAPTER 21
  25. CHAPTER 22
  26. CHAPTER 23
  27. CHAPTER 24
  28. CHAPTER 25
  29. CHAPTER 26
  30. CHAPTER 27
  31. CHAPTER 28
  32. CHAPTER 29
  33. CHAPTER 30
  34. CHAPTER 31
  35. CHAPTER 32
  36. CHAPTER 33
  37. CHAPTER 34
  38. CHAPTER 35
  39. CHAPTER 36
  40. CHAPTER 37
  41. CHAPTER 38
  42. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  43. More from the Author
  44. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

What am I willing to do for family? The answer has always been anything. I need to show them they’re my family now. Earn it, and then win the competition. If I do all that, then it can’t be taken away from me.

I take slow steps until I’m staring at Adam’s chest.

“Please,” he begs. “I have a little sister.”

I shake my head, and then the stake is gone from my hand and in his chest, but I didn’t put it there. Xander’s hand is tight around the hilt.

Adam gasps, his mouth opening and closing like he’s desperate for air.

Red blooms briefly on his shirt before the wound starts disintegrating to a gray dust. Xander and Reina let go of him, and he drops to my feet as he continues to turn to ash from the wound outward. He flails, and one of his hands finds my ankle for a moment, and I stare at that and nothing else until it turns to ash too.

I step out of the water and then I bend at the waist and wrestle down the urge to heave up everything inside me, but even when I’m in control, I don’t look up. I can’t. I can’t look at them at all.

I thought killing vampires would heal my open wounds, but I feel like I’ve opened a new one instead. Another memory I won’t be able to shake.

I hear the others whispering behind me, and when I look up, only Xander’s still here.

He’s made of nothing but shadows, standing across from me. He prowls toward me like a monster from a nightmare, and I take a step back into the water. Cold dampness greets me, but my bones are colder.

“Hey.” His voice is soft. He’s not stalking closer—he’s moving slowly because he knows I’m spooked.

I just watched someone I knew poof away like a piece of newspaper in a bonfire.

I can’t make the fantasy of hunting monstrous creatures fit with stabbing a high school bully in the chest with a stake. He sat behind me in math class. I’m pretty sure he threw more than one gum wrapper at my head. He’d walk through the door at the same time as me so he could shove me in the shoulder.

But that was a ruse—his bullying gave Stacie an in to befriend me.

My first real friend was a freaking vampire.

And so was my first kiss.