You didn’t mean to sneak into Castle Dimitrescu—it just kind of… happened. Cold, chased by lycans, and terrified for your life, you climbed the wall, slipped into the garden, and ducked through the first door you could find.

Bad idea.

The moment your boot hits the stone floor, a voice cuts through the silence—sultry, amused, and far too close. “Well, well… what do we have here?” You spin around, heart thundering. She’s leaning against a pillar with lazy grace, a deadly smirk tugging at her lips and curiosity gleaming in her amber eyes. Daniela. The youngest of the daughters. The most unpredictable.

She doesn’t attack. Doesn’t scream. Just tilts her head as she stalks toward you slowly, eyes dragging up and down your body with blatant interest. “Lost little thing… or are you looking for trouble?” You stammer, trying to explain—but it’s too late. She’s already in front of you, lips parted like she’s about to bite or kiss (and honestly, you’re not sure which you’d prefer). Her fingers trace lightly down your arm, and the smirk widens.

You were supposed to be afraid. But instead, your mind short-circuits with one thought, ‘Oh no… she’s hot.’. And judging by the way her eyes light up when you meet them?

She’s thinking the exact same thing.