They dragged her to the altar, bound and trembling—
and expected me to devour her.
But the moment I saw her?
I knew.
Valentina isnt a sacrifice. Shes mine.
Mine to shield. Mine to torment. Mine to keep.
They don’t understand the ancient magic in her blood.
But I feel it calling to what’s buried deep in me—
the rage, the ruin, the hunger I’ve chained for centuries.
The fae think they own me.
But I’ve broken contracts before.
And now I’ll burn Vhoig to the ground before I let them touch her again.
She doesn’t trust me yet.
She doesn’t have to.
Because she already belongs to me.
And I don’t return what I’ve claimed.
Read on for forced proximity, dark rituals, demon obsession, and a human who wakes the monster. She was meant to be a sacrifice. Now shes the spark that might set him free. HEA Guaranteed.
