Evil Spark

I'd had less than a week to recover from an incident that left me half-dead. My body was battered and bruised in ways I can't even begin to describe.



Dark magic use had consumed me, spat me out a husk of a man. I was little more than flesh and bone, weary to my very soul.



So, of course, there was a knock at the door.



My smile faded, happy face turning to tears, as Kate-a gorgeous vampire and the woman I lust over at every available opportunity-told me the news. Dark magic came to me as my eyes...