In Hell, Damian—a demon mutt—had been put through torture at the hands of his father. Four-thousand years later, he is still wracked with the incessant memories of pain. Hardened by his past, he is cold, ruthless, and has grown a knack for killing every vampire in sight as a way to relieve the fire burning within him. Insert human here, and his stone emotions get a good breaking.

When Marc and I first met, I wasn't wearing clothes. This explains a lot about the kind of relationship we have. If it can even be called a relationship and not just mutual sexual attraction. Either way, Tristan warned me that Marc's a lady-killer. It's a good thing then that I'm not a lady. Female, yes. But definitely not a lady.

The dare was simple, kiss a stranger, someone she would never see again. He had on another school's jacket! So why is he now at her school? She doesn't need this!