You've heard this before, but trust me when I say you've never met a man like me. There are very few of my kind left, but I refuse to completely succumb to what I am. When I spot her at the Apothecary Tea House, I'm captivated. There's a sensual charge between us, an irresistible, electric pull. She feels it too. The way she sees through me, like she understands me already, like we know each other ... When tragedy suddenly strikes her life, she needs me to alleviate her painful emotions as much as I need to consume them. And there are other needs pounding through us both, stealing our breath every moment we share together. The sustenance I can take from her is like my perfect drug, and my craving is strong. Too strong. She's delicious. Exquisite. But she's so vulnerable now, and I feel for her. I feel a lot. Can I do this? Can I be the man she needs and help her when she needs me most? Or will the temptation be too much to resist taking more, and more, until she's as cursed as I am?