The vampires are both everything and nothing. Alchemical concoctions. Eight-foot, blood-red pentacles drawn on my bedroom wall. Makeshift coffins made of my boarded up closet. Beneath the sleaze and trickery, Ruby is a grifter. Darrien calls it misdirection, but it's more like a sleight of hand. First the magic trick, then a glimpse behind the curtain. That's all it takes for me to think I'm in on the trick. I can't be fooled again.No. Only now can I be properly fooled. That's the nature of grifters and cultists and vampires. 'It's not a trap if I know it's a trap.' But it is. And I walked right into it...