Luke is at his wit's end. Another dead end in his pursuit to find out more about his past has him questioning whether all this work is worth it. When a hotel appears in the middle of the National Mall, he's convinced all remaining sanity has deserted him. Instead, he comes to the end of his quest...

And the beginning of Adara Kerslake.

Hiding away in The Hotel, Adara wants nothing to do with the Cynn Cruors – vampire-werewolf-human warriors. The race she belongs to. She's safe where she is. It seems nothing will lessen her distrust—until Luke Griffiths appears in the sanctuary and makes her heart take off at a gallop. And that's bad.

Very bad.