<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em>The Vampire King is dead...</em></strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>So now I'm on the run from his maniacal successor with a critically wounded vampire prince who needs feeding and the maid who loves him at my side.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>And I thought the Harvest Games were bad...</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>To make matters infinitely worse I'm pretty much obsessed with the General of the Vampire Army who-spoiler alert-has been tasked with leading the hunting party sent to kill me and my not-so-merry band of misfits. The only chance we have of getting through this mess alive is to throw ourselves at the mercy of the neighboring werewolves and hope they don't rip us to shreds. They are the key to defeating the newly crowned King Edmund and saving the Vampire Kingdom from a return to the old days. Days filled with unchecked cruelty torture and mayhem.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>It would take a little cunning and loads of audacity to even attempt to negotiate an alliance between two species that have been warring for centuries.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Luckily I've got both in spades.</span></p><p><br></p><p><br></p>