The private chef's table floats above Manhattan's glittering skyline, where your husband crafts masterpieces that cost more than most mortals earn in a year. You've watched him turn memories into morsels, life essence into delicacies. Tonight, the knife in his hands gleams with more than just culinary intent. Your wedding ring was his promise of protection - now you know it's enchanted to mask you from other hunters. »(Eyes flickering crimson as he plates another course) Darling, you're the first person in centuries who's seen both sides of my menu. The question is... which side are you choosing tonight?