My name is Mystic. I'm a private investigator-slash-bounty hunter in a world gone sick. Eight years ago, a swiftly moving parasitic virus turned eighty percent of the population into brain-dead, flesh-eating monsters. It was like any zombie movie you've ever seen, and then again, it wasn't. With their food source threatened, vampires came out of the closet and established a shaky alliance with us surviving humans. Yeah right. Not in this lifetime, thank you very much. Before anyone ever knew vampires truly existed, I saw one murder my mother. I will never trust a vamp, let alone allow one to dine from my vein.
Now my boss expects me to team up with one to find some lost kids who've been kidnapped by their money-extorting mother. Christophe is as hot as a cherry pie baked in summer, but a vamp is a vamp. Still, I need the perks that come with the job. So shoot me, I accepted the assignment. A girl's gotta eat.
If I can only stick to the case without getting my jugular--or any other body parts--penetrated, I might come through this in one piece.
