I spin lies for a living. He is the brutal truth I can’t cover up.
I am the Coven’s cleaner.
When a vampire feeds too messily or a body turns up in the wrong district, I’m the one who smiles for the cameras and makes the problem disappear. I am polished, precise, and I never get my hands dirty.
Then the Clan Leader drops a new problem in my lap.
Aleksy.
He’s a newly turned vampire, plucked from the gutter and given immortality he doesn't understand. He has no manners, no control, and a temper that threatens to expose our entire species.
My job? Civilize him.
I have one month to teach a feral street fighter how to wear a tuxedo, how to sip blood from a crystal glass, and how to bow to the elite without ripping their throats out.
Aleksy hates the lessons. He hates my suits. And most of all, he hates me.
He delights in shattering my composure, tracking mud across my pristine floors, and looking at me with a hunger that has nothing to do with food.
I thought I was training a dog to heel.
But as Aleksy backs me into the corner of my office, stripping away my defenses along with my tie, I realize I’ve made a terrible miscalculation.
I taught him how to be a gentleman. He’s about to teach me how to be a beast.