The train rattled along the tracks as I stared out the window. The landscape passed by, but I barely noticed it. My thoughts revolved incessantly around him—his words, that damned letter. I should have been angry. I was angry. But even worse was the fear.

My mother was missing. Eryon had gone to the exact place where she was last seen. This couldn't be a coincidence. Something was going on, and I had a feeling it wouldn't end well. I knew the vampire hunters had something to do with it.

I reached into my jacket pocket and felt my switchblade. While I knew I stood no chance against any trained...