The glass of wine he handed me turned me into his…

Seraphina Wren had never doubted her childhood friend Caspian Vane. That night, as usual, they were curled up in the apartment watching a movie when Caspian Vane handed her a cup of warm milk. After she drank it, she plunged into a boundless darkness. When she struggled to wake from the haze, she found herself in a completely unfamiliar room, stark naked. And Caspian Vane, the gentle and considerate companion who had grown up with her, was sitting by the bed, looking at her with an expression she had never seen before—the stare of a hunter sizing up his prey. He had changed, or rather, he had torn off the mask he’d worn for twenty years.