Elena Markov has killed thirty-one vampires.
Number thirty-two should have been the last. The final vampire on the continent, staked in a Romanian cave. Twenty years of hunting, finished in one thrust. The Order celebrates. Elena is the hero.
Then she finds his journal. Six hundred years of entries. And a truth that makes every kill she’s ever made look different.
The Carpathian Mountains are making sounds now. Patient sounds. Something beneath the stone has been waiting a very long time for the last warden to die.
Elena just made sure it happened.
The earth hears everything.
