Patrick was led to a waiting car and stuffed in the back. A redhead he didn't recognize was in the driver seat. Just by looking at him, Patrick knew what he was.

A vampire.

Patrick leaned his forehead against the cool glass and tried not to scream. The night before last was still vivid behind his eyes; the blood, the fear, Troy. The thought of going back was more than he could bear and yet.

There he was.

With a driver who knew the way, the ride was much ...