The world of vampires is cruel and voluptuous, thirsting for blood and recognizing only power. The High Ones, who have seized dominion, are mired in debauchery. Women hang on their necks in clusters. They are feared, worshipped like gods. They are the only deliverers from the terrible beast called hunger. In the hands of the purebloods lie strength and power; they can do anything. I refused one of them. Sharply and unequivocally. He and I are on opposite sides of the barricades. He is pureblood, and I am a Dhampir. A brutal hunt is underway for those like me. The High Ones are not refused. The High Ones do not recognize defeat and do not know the word no. They always get what they want. I will have to hide and survive. In this utter hopelessness, a hope will flare up, and its name is love. What if I am destined to be with a pureblood?