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I'm no killer. I'm not like them. Who am I kidding? I'm exactly like them.

I, Hallie Mortenson, didn't asked to be sired and thrown into a ditch. I never asked for my life to be turned upside down or to live in a world where sunlight is nothing more than a fading memory.

It's against The Dictum to sire someone as young as me, but no Deamhan pays attention to those rules anymore. With the entire world against us, we're more concerned with survival and avoiding the feeling of being suffocated rather than adapting to the drama we inherited.

I think I'm starting to learn that lesson…slowly. However, with threat looming around every corner, my sire's return to the city is making things worse. He has a secret agenda; one which involves a very old and powerful Deamhan bent on revenge against his sire line, which includes me.

I keep telling myself that I'm not like them and that there has to be more to life than this.

I am a Deamhan and this is my story.