She’s the only one of her kind. And she doesn’t even know her name.
Two investigators, one human and one vampire, find a young woman among a mass of dead bodies. She has no memories, and nothing but her clothes, two receipts, and a mysterious dagger carved with the initials SB.
As she seeks her identity, she discovers she’s unlike any other creature—making her the most valuable person in the world. And the most wanted.
Warning: Contains violence, vulgar language, and graphic sex.
Leaning back in the seat, I gazed out into the night. Tall buildings with bright, glowing lights painted a picturesque scene of the city. The hour must've been late since few cars passed by us on the interstate.
“What city is this?” I asked as the car exited the highway.
Jonas peered at me through the mirror. “Indianapolis.”
I returned my attention out the window, searching for some clue to help me remember. Had I lived here my entire life? Did I have a family here? Where did I live? Did I have a job? I wanted to remember something, anything.
We passed old apartment buildings, fast food joints, and businesses in a rundown area of the city. Exhaust fumes lingered in the air along with the stench of sewage. Ahead, a large monument stood in the middle of the road. I leaned forward between the seats for a better view.
“Does anything look familiar?” Boss asked.
“No,” I replied softly as I scanned the area in search of a memory.READ MORE
The paved road gave way to bricks and forced a small vibration through the car. Jonas slowed the vehicle as we circled a tall limestone sculpture with statues of soldiers on each side. I tilted my head, looking at the figures and the fountain surrounding the large sculpture. “Nothing looks familiar, but I have a feeling in my gut I've seen these statues before.”
As the car traveled around the monument again, I scanned over the buildings. The businesses, a chocolate shop, Starbucks, and radio station failed to jog any memories.
“Head toward the capital,” Boss said.
Halfway around, Jonas veered down the brick road to a dome-shaped building with a statue in front. The capital, I presumed. Again, a slight sense of awareness stirred within me.
“I think I have been here before,” I said.
“Do you know when?” Boss asked as Jonas turned, passing the statue in front large building.
I leaned back and stared out the side window. “No, I can't quite explain it, but I have a feeling I have been here before.”
We passed by the capital, and I swiveled my head to the front. Boss stared at me from between the seats. The centers of his eyes expanded, giving him a frightening look. A second later, a sharp pain pierced my skull and the ringing in my ears returned louder than a bullhorn.
“Stop it!” I snapped. The ringing grew louder; swallowing all my thoughts and making my teeth ache. I covered my ears and raised my voice. “Stop it, please!”
Clenching his jaw, Boss turned around and leaned back in his seat. “Damn it, there’s nothing there.”
I lowered my hands as the pain in my head ebbed. Half-angry, half-confused, I sat mute. The arrogant prick had tried to invade my mind. Every time one of them looked into my eyes, the annoying sound blared. Did they think I had lied to them about not knowing my name or having memories?
“I know you were trying to get inside my head. I’m not stupid. I’m telling you the truth. I don’t know my name or why I was at the dump. I can’t remember anything.”
Boss turned around and faced me. “You have to remember something in that pea brain of yours. There has to be some memory, childhood youth, first love, school, something.”
Glowering at him, I crossed my arms. “And what did you find in my pea brain?” I fought the urge to punch him.
“Nothing.” He grumbled. “Not a fucking thing.”COLLAPSE