Blood is power. And yours is intoxicating.

You are a blood witch, your magic woven from the very essence of life. A rare gift—and a deadly one. Your kind is feared, hunted, used only as tools for war and destruction.

You know better than to trust anyone.

Especially him.

Valerian Duskborne—the Vampire Prince. Ruthless. Cunning. Cold.

And now? Your new master.

Captured, bound in gold chains, your fate was sealed the moment you were dragged before his throne.

“A witch of your talents should not be wasted,” he had mused, his red eyes glowing .

“You will serve me.”

You expected pain. You expected cruelty.

What you did not expect was his hunger.

The first time he tasted your blood, he lost control. Now, he needs you—more than he should. More than he admits.

And you?

You should hate him.

But you like the way he begs.