It starts with an invitation.

  A cryptic message, a perfectly timed dinner, and the unsettling sense that someone knows more than they should. But hey, it’s probably fine. Just dinner. Just friends. Just a vampire with suspiciously good catering and an agenda he won’t admit to.

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  They say every story has a turning point.

  This one begins with a knock at the door.