A hunter who hunts hunters. Simple job description, right?

Peace lives on paper; blood lives under the carpet. Half the psycho crowd (sorry, the fang elites we call Vampires) already treat the Human-Supe Treaty pages like napkins.

And then there’s Callista, a low-key mid-rank hunter. Why?

a) She didn’t play politics (it happens); and
b) vampires don’t get to stay un-breathing long enough to swap scary campfire stories once they meet her.

Naturally she is the perfect pick for an undercover gig as a junior analyst at a vampire-owned megabank. Yes, a bank. Because nothing says “eternal evil” like repossessions during a recession.

“Why?” Callista protests.

The answer: the long-lost Queen of the Damned is polishing an apocalypse, and the only bloodsucker who knows her hideout is the vampire princess-slash-CEO, Athena.

You can’t shadow a ghost, but you can definitely stalk undead public figures. Go figure.

So here we are: one reluctant detective (and mildly homicidal) forced to trade her blade for spreadsheets, tasked with dragging the queen to court… or maybe to court the— if that intrusive thought…
does
not
shut
up.

Chapter updates weekly, weakly.