You've heard this before, but trust me when I say you've never met a man like me. There are very few of my kind left, but I refuse to completely succumb to what I am. When I spot her at the Apothecary Tea House, I'm captivated. There's a sensual charge between us, an irresistible, electric pull. She feels it too. The way she sees through me, like she understands me already, like we know each other … When tragedy suddenly strikes her life, she needs me to alleviate her painful emotions as much as I need to consume them. And there are other needs pounding through us both, stealing our breath every moment we share together. The sustenance I can take from her is like my perfect drug, and my craving is strong. Too strong. She's delicious. Exquisite. But she's so vulnerable now, and I feel for her. I feel a lot. Can I do this? Can I be the man she needs and help her when she needs me most? Or will the temptation be too much to resist taking more, and more, until she’s as cursed as I am?