After seven wretched years of marriage, it almost took Darius everything he had, financially and psychologically, to finally be able to cut off Allison - his sociopath wife - from his life.
Now, three years later, things couldn't be going any better for Darius. An accomplished author with multiple Hollywood adaptations of his books, his life is nothing like the drama it used to be before his divorce.
Yet, a simple Facebook friend request is enough to once again send him spiralling towards Allison. Has she really changed? Could it be that she's left her sociopathic self behind and she's become a better person?
Or is there an ulterior motive behind her reappearance in Darius's life - something deeper, darker, more sinister than he could ever imagine? A secret that smacks of the blood-sucking, supernatural kind.
Mike Gagnon, recognized author of thrillers "Skidsville", "The Island Of Dr. Morose", and more, returns with another genre-bending book of unexpected approaches - one that you won't be able to put down from the first page to the last!
This is the first moment in the book where we meet the antagonist and Darius's tormentor.
On the plaintiff’s side of the bench sat Allison Jones, the former Mrs. Kovacs, wearing a very expensive designer dress. Her trendy, ginger pixie haircut sat atop a fair skinned brow, glaring over at Kovacs with contempt. Allison, in her late twenties, shot daggers from her blue eyes at her former husband. She had a soft, pleasantly attractive face matching her average body type, not super skinny, not overweight. Her 5’1” frame seemed to be coiled with the explosive energy of a being twice her size. She sat with a pouty look on her face, her bottom lip protruding. She continued to glare, unrelentingly. Her lawyer was a young man, nervous and fidgety. Peter Chopp, Esquire, fresh out of law school and visibly insecure about his capabilities. His glasses straddled over large ears and short blonde hair, with a bit of a fringe of bangs in front. Chopp was obviously uncomfortable, shifting in his seat like he was sitting on a hotplate that was slowly heating.