It was only supposed to be a night out with my best friend to see our favorite band play at a local bar. We didn’t expect to be their virgin sacrifices in the name of Lucifer.
Days later, I rose from the dead but wasn’t the same as I was before my death. Sadly, my friend didn’t come back to life. Instead, she was my snack in a fit of hunger and confusion.
I now had an appetite that only men could satisfy. At one point, I almost killed my boyfriend because of it.
That was when they came in.
Lucien and Daiman were the reasons I wasn’t the same. 
They wanted me to use them until I could manage my hunger, but how could I touch them when they were the ones who killed me?