A Tempest of Tea (Blood and Tea, #1)

by Hafsah Faizal

The streets of White Roaring grew fangs at night. When the moon dragged a claw and the shop fronts cut dim and those who craved blood walked bold.

with the recent vampire disappearances, whispers kept the city ever more awake; not because the people cared for the welfare of vampires, but because if something nefarious could happen to them, how would weaker humanfolk fare?

Secrets were meant to ferment; they aged well. The longer they sat, the higher their value.

change, for Arthie Casimir, was a finely tailored suit that fit all her edges well. She sought it out. Flick didn’t.

beautiful wasn’t quite the word to describe her allure. She was cutthroat and deadly, the way a rose appeared entirely different when you saw its thorns.