Bitten By Death paranormal he was her dearest friend

he was her dearest friend

swift to anger

We have used each other for our own sick pleasure

But how can this seductive rogue convince brazen

a legendary negotiator

Bitten By Death paranormal he was her dearest friendIf you saw his face, you'd have a death wish too. My life sucks. More accurately, I suck blood. I woke up on a cold slab in a morgue, two weeks ago, with no memories, and a new drinking habit that seriously cramps my ability to make friends. Now I'm hunting for answers in Sin City about my past and who I was, but someone else is hunting me. When Death, himself comes to collect me, I find myself facing the most magnificent, terrifying being imaginable.