Once Bitten (Shadow Guild: The Rebel, #1)

by Linsey Hall

Who needed human friends when they had a box of wine and a feral raccoon, anyway?

My throat tightened. Drunk girls in bathrooms were the best people on earth.

What the movies and books didn’t understand was that immortality was a curse. Years upon years of the same thing, all of it experienced in a haze and punctuated only by the death of anyone you might grow to care for. It cast the world in shades of gray.

I sneaked a glance at him, noting the way the sunlight gleamed off his dark hair. Hang on… “You can go in the sunlight?” “Did you expect me to burst into flame?” “Maybe.” “No, that only happens in a church.” “Really?” “Also no.”