He's the monster who haunts my darkest dreams.Ever since my best friend was killed, I've suspected she didn't just bleed out. But nobody listens to witches. We're as popular as snakes and hives. Also, everybody knows vampires don't exist.The nightmares I've had since childhood tell me otherwise.I might be a witch, but my only power is to feel the bones of the dead. They shiver when they feel my gaze, eager to be seen. Talk about useless.Now a powerful vampire is back in town. Mine to expose. Mine to bring to justice. Or a way to find the one who killed my friend.I know vampires for what they are. Disgusting, undead monsters, right? So when a gorgeous guy catches me snooping and I wake up in his root cellar, chained but still alive. I must have the wrong house. The wrong person.Yet he feels so right in so many ways.Dancer Vane writes paranormal romance and mystery.