I no longer fear the night. But I do fear something in it. Shabana, the minion of evil, her name ‘belonging to the night’ says all. She is coming. For me, for the ones I love. And always, at the back of my mind is my sister’s prophesy: ‘you will lose the one you love most.’ Four men stand by my side, four men hold places in my heart. How can the one hunting me know who I love most, when I do not know that? A slow-burn vampire romantic fantasy with a difference.