Theodore broke my heart. Three months ago, I swore I'd move on. Unfortunately, moving on is difficult when your ex is your band's lead guitarist, you're trapped together on tour, and neither of you ever truly stopped loving the other. Then one disastrous night backstage, Theodore forgets to feed. One accidental bite. One ancient bond. And suddenly we're tied together in a way neither of us can escape. The problem? Love wasn't what tore us apart the first time.