The Darkest Blood by Kay Widow

I loathe individuals born with a silver spoon in their mouths, people like Alec Blackwood.
I watch as he glides across the street on that black Harley,
Leaning low and turning women’s heads like some conquering hero.
He has money coming from all directions –
Gold watches, Gucci shoes, an apartment in the most expensive part of town.
People call him the King of Manhattan.
But underneath the darkness of his gaze, I can sense something supernatural –

Fangs that glow in the light like a warning, ready to strike.
I can’t let him discover what secrets I am hiding,
But something about him makes every cell in my body tingle.

His piercing eyes look through my soul, making me powerless.
It turns out my enemy is his enemy, and if we fail to unite,
Defeat is inevitable.