"Your blood is like a siren's song to me, Elara."
……
"You disgust me," he says, mere centimeters from my mouth. "And I disgust myself."
The distance between us couldn't even fit a needle. The impact of his scent drives my senses wild--everything begins and ends with him.
At the Blood Auction, Elara Voss was sold to the most feared vampire of all—Cassian Draven. The other bloodmaids warned her that no one survived until the next full moon. She should have been terrified, but she had already made peace with death. Yet Cassian did not kill her. He would not even touch her. He simply watched her with those ice-blue eyes, as if waiting for her to make a mistake.
For a time, she believed hatred was all that would ever bind them. That changed on the night he pinned her against the shelves in the library, his cold lips hovering over her throat. She thought he would kill her—but his mouth found the corner of her lips instead. He confessed that her blood called to him like poison.
But just as their bond deepens, a devastating betrayal forces her to flee into the arms of their enemies.
Elara must decide if her future lies with the monster who broke her heart or in a freedom that could cost her everything.
Book 3
