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"It's a little ironic, isn't it?"
The redhead smirks, shoulder pressed to mine as we're swallowed by the crowd.
I hum in response, more focused on the chanting and the sway of signs overhead than him.
"What do you mean hmm?"
I grin, lift my own sign higher-'Vampires for Animal Rights'-and flash a wink his way. The irony? Palpable. My gums throb with the scent of blood around me.
"A cow never called me a bloodsucker," I say, and he snorts.
If only the humans knew.
Marissa is old.
Like, saw-the-Roman-Empire-rise-and-fall old.
Being a vampire with a long list of secrets is one thing. Accidentally killing an undercover cop? That's another. Now she's on the run-from the human government, the vampire council, and anyone else who'd love to stake her and ask questions later.
She just wants to keep her head down in a new city.
But fate, as always, has other plans.
Enter: one frustratingly attractive werewolf.
One with a heart of gold, a government badge, and a very inconvenient truth-she's his mate.
He's loyal to the humans.
She's their most wanted.
Can love survive betrayal, blood, and bureaucracy? Or will Marissa's past finally catch up with her?