Darrian's dreams were his only escape. Being the blood slave to a clan of vampires wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind for his life. Not that he had a choice in the matter. He was bonded to the master. Nothing he could do to break that bond, short of someone vanquishing the blood-sucker and there was slim chance of that. Master Broman was cautious, and strong. No one got close to him. He didn't feed off of Darrian, preferring to hunt for his meals...