Death cocktail is what the vampires call a witch's blood. It's poisonousa drop will destroy a vampire within minutes. Nikolaus Drake is the rare vampire who has survived his first taste. Now he's on the hunt for the witch who almost brought him to his demiseRavin Crosse.
A witch who spends her nights hunting vampire tribes, Ravin has three obligations to fulfill to set her soul free. One of those obligationscrafting a love spelltwists her world upside down when Nikolaus draws the spell from her veins. Natural enemies rarely make the best bedfellowsbut is it possible their intentions are really, truly the same? Can Nikolaus's tribal loyalty survive if he surrenders to desires far darker than his own?