Fangs for the Memories Trevor is 176 years old, technically dead, and perpetually dramatic. He drinks blood from donor centers, cries during rom-coms, and would rather die (again) than break a nail. Dimitri is a stoic hunter with a jawline that could kill and a glare that usually does. He's got one job: keep the supernatural chaos in New York contained-starting with the high-maintenance vampire in his crosshairs. But when their worlds collide in a city where witches run bodegas, werewolves do yoga in Brooklyn, and ghosts won't shut up in dive bars, Trevor and Dimitri are forced into a reluctant alliance. One's supposed to kill monsters. The other is one. Too bad fate-and maybe a morally questionable cocktail-has other plans. Love bites. Literally.