“Stop overreacting, you’re ruining her day!” my mother hissed, grabbing my hair and pushing me over the balcony railing at my sister’s party. I blacked out. When I woke up, the upscale venue was surrounded by federal agents, and my mother was sobbing on her knees while my sister held a document and begged me…

fangs. Sometimes, they arrive in emerald silk, carrying invitations to dinner.

Jennifer handed me a heavy, cream-colored envelope that had just been dropped off by a private courier. The wax seal on the back bore the unmistakable, oppressive crest of the Turner family.

As my thumb broke the wax, that old, dark flutter awoke in my chest. I pulled out continue reading …