You can’t break a girl who already clawed her way out of the crypt.
I came to the House of Night broken, barely breathing, barely me.
Now I’m waiting in the crypts for the events that will change everything.
First, The Baron Hunt.
And, second, my arranged marriage to the King.
I spent my youth being groomed under the watchful eye of my uncle, preparing for the day I united our families. My uncle wants to be tied to Royalty. The Baron King? He wants more than a bride.
He wants secrets.
I know first hand that something is deeply wrong beneath the foundation of Forsyth, beneath the shiny rituals and punishing ceremonies. Neither have done anything to find the missing girls.
The King wants loyalty.
Damon wants control, exerting it with his needles and pins
Hunter stands in the shadows, quietly waiting and watching.
They all want something from me: My obedience. My purity. My silence.
I’m willing to give them whatever they want, be whatever they want, Baroness, wife, or both as long as death never touches me again.
