Sleep never actually came after the nightmare of Talon pleading for help. Kohl couldn’t erase the fiery vision from his mind. He’d dozed in fitful slumber and by morning decided to drive into town and read about all the things he’d never believed in, vampires, shifters and so on, in hope of finding a way to reach Talon. What he didn’t expect was to pick up the most alluring scent he’d ever encountered. And in a second hand bookstore, of all places. He tracked the scent into the supercenter and found the discarded clothes in the trash drenched in the potent allure. All of this felt extremely foreign to Kohl, yet as if drawn by an unseen force, he pushed forward. He felt in his gut that the appealing scent belonged to Talon and Kohl wondered how his shifter slash vampire lover had broken into the mortal world. Regardless, he was determined to find the man. While leaving the supercenter, a powerful whiff of his chosen mate hit him full force, giving him an instant hard-on.
