There is no rest for the damned in this thrilling follow-up to Emily McKay's The Lair and The Farm, in a series New York Times bestselling author Chloe Neill calls, "Equal parts Resident Evil and Hunger Games ." In a world where vampires rule and teenaged humans are quarantined as a food source, there is only one choice—resist or die. But fighting the vampires comes at a terrible cost to twin sisters Mel and Lily and their best friend Carter . . . With Lily exposed to the vampire virus and lying in a coma, it’s up to Mel and Carter to search for the cure. Time is not on their side. With every passing heartbeat, Mel is becoming more and more purely vampire. Desperate, Carter and Mel decide to split up. Carter will recruit human rebels from the Farm in San Angelo to infiltrate the guarded kingdom of the vampire Sabrina and steal the cure. Mel will go back to her mentor, her friend, her betrayer, Sebastian, who is the only one who can access an underground vault that may house the secret to the cure. That is, if he’s still alive after she staked him to the ground. Now her worst enemy may be their best hope for curing Lily—and saving the human race. Praise for The Farm “Equal parts Resident Evil and Hunger Games —and just as thrilling . . . A gripping dystopian tale . . . a web of vampires, love, sacrifice, and survival.”—Chloe Neill, New York Times bestselling author of Biting Cold “A gritty, white-knuckle ride . . . fresh, fraught, and super scary.”—Veronica Wolff, national bestselling author of Sierra Falls “An intense read . . . the kind of book you can’t put down.”—C. C. Hunter, New York Times bestselling author of Taken at Dusk “Be prepared to stay up all night.” —Marie V. Snyder, New York Times bestselling author of Touch of Power Praise for The Lair "McKay's dark fast-paced sequel to The Farm will appeal to both adult and YA fans of dystopian and vampire fiction... The sisters and their friends are well-developed characters caught up in situations that demand extreme measures to survive." —Library Journal "If you're looking for gripping, action-packed, scary, and romantic dystopian--these books are definitely the right choice."—Sophistikatied.com "If you are a fan of brilliant dystopians definitely get yourself these books! I highly recommend!"—RainyDayRamblings.com "G   Emily McKay is the 2013  RITA © award winning author of The Farm and The Lair . She loves to read, shop, and geek out about movies. When she's not writing, she reads on-line gossip and bakes luscious deserts. She pretends that her weekly yoga practice balances out both of those things. She lives in central Texas with her family and her crazy pets.  She also cowrites young adult fiction as Ivy Adams.   ACKNOWLEDGMENTS CHAPTER ONE CARTER Texas hadn’t fared well in the apocalypse. Some parts of the country had fallen by inches. Places where the virus spread slowly and the human population held their own against the Ticks and against the fear for at least a little while. Those places lost their battles incrementally. Not Texas. In just a few short weeks, Texas went from being the second-most-populated state to being the least. Texas fell in a blaze of blood and gunfire. It wasn’t just the genetically mutated monsters that did Texas in. It was the Texans. We turned on one another. I’d told myself over and over again that I wouldn’t make the same mistake. That if it had been me, if I’d been the one with my finger on the trigger, staring down a friend or a relative, I would do things differently. I would have a little faith in humanity. Turns out, I was wrong. There in the basement of Genexome Corporation—the company that engineered EN371, the virus that created the Ticks—I finally got it. When the life of someone you love is on the line, trust is almost impossible. Under the right circumstances, anyone will crack. Yeah. I admit it. I cracked. The deserted hallway with flickering lights and spooky cobwebs creeped me out. I got that hairs-up-on-the-back-of-the-neck sensation that I wasn’t alone. And, oh yeah, the pile of dead bodies that I’d had to haul out of the way to clear a path down the hall? Those didn’t help. Which is why I pulled a gun on Mel when she crept up behind me. One second I was staring at the LCD panel for the storage facility’s security system. Tech stuff, wasn’t really my thing, but I was trying. That’s when I heard it, the faintest scuff of a shoe behind me. Too subtle to be an animal or a Tick. Too soft to be someone who wasn’t trying to sneak. Somewhere down the hall, someone was coming up behind me and whoever it was didn’t want to be heard. I deliberately kept my breathing steady as I slipped my hand into the coat pocket where I kept my Glock. I wrapped my hand around the grip and pulled it out, spinning as I thumbed off the safety. My finger was already on the trigger when I realized it wasn’t some unknown enemy sneaking up behind me. It was Mel. My girlfriend