[The Accords Triptych 02] • Bloodstream

darkness beckons

for one

and all

a kiss in the rain

connects so much pain

newborn sin

the past will out

bloodline truth

is never quiet

death

shall come

As bad poems go, Rebecca’s sure this one’s a winner. But with bodies piling up and rumors of things that go bump in the night multiplying, maybe it's worth a second look.

Meanwhile, McLachlan’s confronted by the extent of Matteo’s downward spiral. A siren in his bed, wolves at the door, and...a man-bun. Will the madness never end?

The accords are failing. Pups sired, vampires unleashed. A new age comes, and it will be born in fire and blood. But not peanut butter...Matteo ate it all.