When hate becomes seriously complicated… What does it mean to be in close proximity to a man you’re supposed to despise? Especially when that man is the vampire king.
As much as I’d love to deny it, there’s a strange attraction building between us. An executioner like me is all about slaying vamps. So why is the desire to kill him fading away?
And why am I starting to enjoy being by his side? We’ve been through so much together, our lives tangled in a storm of revelations. And it pushes us closer, forming a bond neither of us expected.
Damn. I can’t be losing my head to this. New dangers are lurking in the shadows, the world teetering on the edge of a dark path no one wants to skip down.
But leaning on Silvanus is a mega morale boost, his entire delectable presence like warm soup for my mind, body, and soul. Ugh. What alternative reality have I slipped into?
