When I stepped out of my vampires' house, I'd noticed that the night had felt like it was bound by a rubber band. Silent. Still. Waiting for just the right moment to snap.

Later that night, while I lay inside a jail cell covered in my own pee, it did.

I jolted upright, hardly daring to breathe as I listened for what had awakened me, for how I knew that something had changed. The walls, floor, and ceiling of my cell were painted black, and I searched each crack and corner for ...