How do you tell your best friend you're a vampire? And how do you tell him you think you're a serial killer? Andre Delacroix has lived a relatively normal existence. He's a respected doctor, friend to one of the best detectives in Los Angeles, Reece Daniels, and can walk in the daylight, which assists his masquerade of being human. He's about to ask the woman he loves on a first date. Everything in his life is perfect. Until a series of teen murders leads Andre to believe he could be a vicious killer. Whoever it is kills like a vampire, with one distinct difference. An ability only he and a handful of immortals share, but they are in Europe. Could the lust for blood he has tried to control finally have broken free, leaving him with no memory of what he's done? His lucid dreams point to him, so who else could it be? When Reece heads up the murder investigation, he is drawn into a dangerous game of cat and mouse; no clues, no DNA, and no suspects. Who is behind it? And when evidence comes to light who will it point to? Is Andre the cold-blooded killer he believes himself to be, or is something far more sinister lurking in the shadows of this all too real nightmare?