. It's just a game. That's all. A game that involves conning the naive out of their magical possessions and on selling them for an inflated price. They're trinkets mostly, nothing a serious paranormal would strip our hides to own. That's until Auntie Bea gets wind of something powerful, and we travel across the country hoping to track it down. A skull. Underwhelming it would've stayed if the most deadly, powerful and corrupt of the dark side didn't turned up to win the prize. Then Auntie Bea is kidnapped by the dangerous Apostles to force my compliance. They want the skull, but for reasons I haven't begun to define, their high priest wants me more. He's not the only one. Everyone dark, dangerous and lethal now wants a piece of me and staying ahead while tracking the skull has become impossible. Soon I attract the attentions of the worst. King of the Vehan, a powerful alpha vampire. He wants the skull as much as I. No one gets in the way of the vampire king. No one can stop the vampire king. And he's on my tail. Did I mention he's cunning, lethal and scorching hot. The skull's no longer a trinket, this is no longer a game. It's deadly. I can't afford to lose...