Hamilton High Blood

"You know, what I really crave for at the moment?"

I whispered with a smoky tone, leaning closer to his non-existent face. "Your death..." My tone became quieter as I jabbed the knife into his torso, repeatedly.

The dark reddish blood was flowing out of him like the river; he was falling to the floor, still bleeding. I was standing there and couldn't read my own emotions. Was I relieved? I can't be relieved though, I just killed someone.

. . .

For her entire Iife--or what she remembers of it--she's been afraid of what she could become. Gifted with a murder for a mother, she's always thought herself cursed with an innate bloodlust.

With a missing past and

a questionable future, she fights to not only keep the allies she has but to keep the last shred of sanity that clings to her consciousness. Of course, doing so becomes even harder to do when mysterious things start to surround her.

A man in her mind.

A girl out for her blood.

And a woman seemingly back from the dead.

Will Daisy be able to discern the truth that had been hidden from her for the past seven years? Or will everything become too much to handle?