Between incubi, humate dealing trolls, and a vampire who sends all my circuits into overload, I’m going to be lucky if I get out of this town in one piece. They call it the city of brotherly love, but those are not the words that come to mind when I roll into town as part of the Maximillian crew. Feuding brothers is more like it. And isn't it always the way--when I finally have one patient healed, now I've got another one on my hands. And I’m all out of healing energy.
That means I need to bag a much bigger catch and figure out what’s wrong with my sick fae, all while trying to worm my way out of the middle of a troll-vampire feud. Someone's going to die tonight and I hope like hell its not me.