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With tensions between the magic and non-magic communities already at a breaking point, Aviva goes undercover on a high-profile murder case that could shatter the city’s fragile peace. As if that weren’t enough pressure, she uncovers a deadly connection to demons—and her own past. But why have one code red crisis when you could have two? Enter the Shepherd: a shadowy figure convinced a vampire breeding ritual is a good idea. Spoiler alert: it’s not. And forget juggling stolen moments with Ezra between supernatural smackdowns.

It was supposed to be a routine drug bust. Arrest some magic jerks and move on, but then a fellow operative is murdered, and Aviva is thrust into a perilous black ops mission to disprove corruption charges. Meanwhile, her half-sister is being blackmailed for being an infernal, and as Avi struggles to protect her, she's set on a collision course with the one person she hoped to never meet. And just when she thought things couldn't get any crazier, her ex drops a bomb about second chances.

When an ancient healing ritual goes nuclear and vampires start short-circuiting, the supernatural world begins unraveling faster than you can say “apocalypse now.” Aviva isn’t just investigating a disaster—she’s living in the blast zone. Meantime, with demon magic threatening her boyfriend’s life, Aviva makes a desperate choice: she forges a blood bond with him. But their new connection complicates everything. Now tethered to each other and racing against time, they must find a way to contain the chaos unleashed by the ritual—assuming their bond doesn't destroy them first.

I had to run away to escape… But now, my fated mate has decided to drag me back to the place I ran from. Due to my abusive father, I had decided to run away. I didn’t think that he would care because he always told me to leave. But now there is a bounty on my head, and I have been caught. Oliver Wilde, a sexy coyote bounty hunter who could make me want everything, but he is cold. I don’t know how to make him understand that I did not do what I am accused of. All I need is a chance… But I’m afraid even my fated mate won’t be able to help me.

Sixteen years of hunting vampires and now he’d landed in a hotel full of them, and the punch line? They regularly fed from their guests, the humans unknowing of their blood donation to the vampire race. Every cell in his burned to wipe the whole nest out, images of his parents–throats freshly torn open by flashing fangs–haunting him. But one thing held him back.