Vampires and hunters don't mix. They bleed each other, not study side by side. But when the ancient Blood Pact is reinstated, the elite Ravenshade Academy is forced to accept both into its halls for the first time in centuries. Aven Locke: the last living heir of a legendary hunter bloodline. Quick with a blade, quicker with insults, and carrying centuries of rage in his veins. Lucien Virel: vampire royalty in exile, sarcastic, dangerous, and hiding more secrets than a crypt. They're roommates. They're rivals. They're about one smartass comment away from either killing each other or kissing. "If you even look at my neck like that again, I'll stake you in your sleep." "Try it, hunter. But you'll miss me when I'm gone. Right after you cry my name." As blood runs and alliances shift, Aven and Lucien are dragged into a prophecy neither of them believes in but fate doesn't care. War is coming. And the only thing more dangerous than fighting together... is falling for each other.