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The world around me spun like a top. A sheen of sweat coated my skin, leaving me trembling from more than just the chilly air.

I thought the spell on the lace choker would provide a quick death, but apparently, Mama hadn't granted me that kindness.

I was going to die at Chateau Corbin, on some Diana-forsaken balcony. Miles away from my family home where my spirit could be at peace and roam the family graveyard.

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Tears streamed down my cheeks as I gripped the railing harder. I had so many regrets. Most about my failings as a sister and a daughter, but at least Seraphina wouldn't see me like this.

A sharp sound sounded behind me, like a cane against stone.

Slowly, I turned to find Bastien Allard mere inches away. Staring at me with those cool blue eyes of his.

He was back. Why? Was it the smell of my blood? Had it drawn him to me like a vulture?

The vampire made it clear that he never wanted to see me again.

Despite that assertion, he was here. And if he was here, maybe I could save myself. Hope bloomed inside of me once again.

"What's happening to you?" the prince asked.

I might be losing my grip on reality, but I swore I heard a note of concern in his voice.

If vampires showed any concern at all.

Before I could answer, he grabbed my chin in his cold hand and tilted my head to the side, examining my neck, which caused the searing pain to spread.

"Stop! You're hurting me!" I managed to grit out, and he immediately released me.

I touched my neck, willing the pain to calm like my sisters could, but it wouldn't. I wasn't a witch. I was just a girl who was bleeding in front of a vampire. Thinking about the blood and my impending death made me dizzy all over again, and I stumbled right into his hard chest.

Faster than I thought possible, the vampire prince steadied my shoulder and extracted a dagger from the holster strapped to his chest. Long, skilled fingers slid the cold blade against the thin skin covering my throat.

The steel tip came to rest beneath the choker.

I gasped when I realized what he was going to do. He meant to cut it off, which wouldn't work. It would only make the pain worse. This wasn't just a scrap of lace, but a magical object.

My eyes went feral.

"No!" I said as loud as I could, and I paid for it with more pain.

Everything inside of me hurt. I feared losing my balance again, but the vampire prince's grip on my shoulder kept me upright. His hand stilled, holding the blade against my throat, and his gaze returned to mine.

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Absently, I wondered if he was the last thing I'd ever see. The last person who would ever hold me.

No. I had to fight through the dizziness and the pain. Sera believed in me. Sera was counting on me.

I'd live if I could convince him to take me as his sanguine partner.

"Why don't you taste it, my lord?" I strained to say around the pain in my throat. "See if you set me aside too hastily."

The vampire scoffed as if to say he didn't make rash decisions. But slowly, he did as I asked. Lifting the blade to his parted lips and dragged it across his tongue, licking the tip. Tasting my flavor like the dagger was coated with raspberry syrup.

All the while, his attention never drifted from my face.

When he removed the dagger from between his lips, a red stain was left behind, causing another wave of dizziness. He fitted his arm around my waist, pressing my chest against his and holding me upright.

Live. Live. Live, my heartbeat sang with each pulse.

I fought through the haze. Trying to remain present through the pain and the nausea. "Am I to your liking, my lord?"

I hated how desperate I sounded. How I was relying on this creature I despised to save my life.

His brows pinched together, and he shoved the blade back in its holster. I waited for what he might say, barely able to breathe as red tears leaked down the front of my dress and onto the fabric of his shirt.

"Your blood is tainted with magic," he said in a raspy growl. "This necklace is cursed. Did you know that?"

He'd pieced together that magic was at play.

Did that mean he was suspicious of me? I couldn't be sure.

All I knew was that he sounded...angry.

I didn't dare answer.

"How foolish could you be?" the vampire continued. His voice was dark, and his expression irritated. "magic isn't something to meddle with."

As if he cared. It's not like vampires cared if humans got tangled up in magic, even though it was their promise as our rulers to keep the balance of power.

"Please," I pleaded, knowing this was my last chance. "Say you'll take me."

The request didn't soften him. No. It pushed him from irritated to irate.

Before me, I watched the prince transform from a beautiful man into a creature. The shadows around his eyes darkened, and his incisors lengthened into sharp points that peeked out from beneath his top lip.

The monster awakening.

Fear sharpened all my senses, and I struggled to escape his grip, but Bastien's hold on me was absolute. His fists like manacles around my arms.

"Who are you?" he demanded.

Before I could think of a response, the door to the balcony was thrown open, and the High Prince of the Conquered Territories loomed behind us.

Prince Marius's seat was Chateau Corbin, and he was rumored to be the most fearsome of our vampire overlords.

And now I was alone with two vampires.

Like Bastien, he was in his monstrous state. His eyes were coal black and shadowed, and his fangs were bared.

Bastien released his crushing hold on me, and I fell to my knees. Weak from the pain and sick with fear. I scraped my palms catching myself on the rough stone floor, and I didn't dare look at them.

I crawled away, needing to put space between myself and the two brothers, who looked like they wanted to tear each other apart.

"I know you don't want to be here, Bastien, but how dare you feed from a girl without a contract? In the middle of your sanguination ball?" He pointed a long finger at me. "You know what the consequences are!"

Of course. He'd tasted my blood. Vampires weren't allowed to do that.

"I have done no such thing," Bastien snapped back. Turning to glare at me with murder in his eyes. "This girl is bewitched-"

I wasn't technically bewitched, but I didn't think revealing that would help.

Instead, I said a silent prayer to Diana to protect me. If they knew I was sent from the Proctor Family as a spy, I'd be thankful the collar would kill me before they tortured me into providing them information.

"Don't test me, brother," Marius cut in, silencing Bastien. "The proof is in front of me. Her blood is on your lips, and the law dictates death for a vampire who feeds without contract."

Death? No. If Bastien died, I would too. And this would all be for naught.

"I know the law. And I did not break it," Bastien refuted. "I tasted her blood to confirm the presence of magic."

Marius snarled at his brother. "I don't have time for your excuses. I've quelled the outrage of the nobility by announcing that you have chosen her as your next sanguine partner and that this was a mutually agreed upon taste testing."

The magical barbs retracted, relieving me of the pain, but binding me to a fate I no longer controlled. As Marius's decree echoed in my ears, I met Bastien's icy glare. His lips curled in silent fury, and I realized—survival was only the beginning. The real war between light, darkness, and his pulsing crimson stone had just begun...

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