I've died four times in my life.
The first was eight years ago, the evening I came home from school and found my parents' decapitated bodies lying on the living room floor.
Fuck... the image of their mutilated corpses lying in a pool of blood still haunts my nightmares.
Even though the evidence and the neighbors' testimonies pointed to Zayn from the very beginning, my mind refused to accept it.
There had to be another explanation.
A robbery gone wrong. A hitman sent by a rival family...
But when the evidence became undeniable, and they even put a bounty on my brother's head — my own flesh and blood...
...that's when I died for the second time.
I spent the next two years at the Care and Vocational Training Center, a facility that takes in young vampires who have lost their parents.
