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Draven Blackmoor is a monster.
A nightmare who haunts my dreams.
A vampire who stalks the night, hunting for his next victim.
The ruler of a modern kingdom that dwells in the darkness.
And I’m his only light.
I possess a power that makes me wanted by his enemies.
He promises to save me by offering his crown.
I have no choice but to marry him and become his queen.
But I won’t fall for his seductive charms.
I’m forced to live in his castle and spend time with him. Forced to prepare for a wedding to a man who frightens me into believing his lies.
Wicked royalty with no chance of redemption.
There’s only one thing he can’t force upon me—himself. Yet, the fact he stays away has me yearning for more.
I find myself memorizing every curve of his chiseled body. The possessive way his sinewy muscles flow each time he stalks closer.
The sensual way his lips curve upward in a sinister smile each time he talks to me.
His hungry, dark eyes make promises he’ll never keep.
If it’s my blood he’s after, I’d quickly give him mine. He’s irresistible. And that thought terrifies me. So much that I sneak away and escape to the mountainous terrain of the haze-shrouded forest. I’ll take my chances with the evil waiting to capture me, rather than risk my heart to a man without one.
However, I’ll never be ready for what’s waiting for me there.
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As soon as I finish the bite, I stare up at Simon. “You’re not eating?”
“I’ll eat later.”
“Why don’t you eat now?”
In the time I’ve known Simon, I realize just now, we’ve never eaten together. Most times, it’s because I’m usually studying in the library too late to grab dinner together.
“I’ll eat later.” He changes the subject. “I’m sorry you had to hear all of that earlier.”
“Who’s getting married? Your uncle?”
Simon shakes his head. “No, he won’t be the one to get married. It’ll most likely be me.”
I set my sandwich down. “You’re getting married?” I’ve always heard about aristocratic families in foreign countries arranging marriages, but I never thought I’d be dating a man promised to someone else.
“Looks that way.”
“Oh,” is all I can say. I shouldn’t feel too bad. It’s not like we’re really dating.
“Oh is right,” he breathes out.
“I’m so sorry. Have you met her? Do you like her?”
I have a million questions about the arrangement. Was it made at birth? Does he know her? Do they at least get along?
Or is it one of those deals where he won’t see her until the day of the wedding?
“Yes, I know her.” His gaze meets mine. “It’s you.”
I’ve never heard so many people talk all at once. Viggo, Stefania, and Arthur sit on the brown leather sofa in the study, while Simon and his mother stand behind it. Draven stands in the shadows, arms crossed, listening. It’s like everyone raises their voice to be heard over the crowd, each of us saying something about the impending wedding that I’ve just learned will happen really soon.
“Can you all just be quiet for a moment?” I scream at the top of my lungs. “The bride needs to say something.”
This silences the room.
All eyes are pinned on me as I try to make sense of this unexpected situation.
“I have a few questions. Someone said something about others that will try to kill me if I don’t marry Simon. Who are these people? And why can’t I just go home instead?”
“You can’t go home,” Draven snaps out.
“Why not?” I snap back. “What do they want with me?”
Stefania bounds from the couch. “The girl doesn’t even know her own worth. This is pointless, Draven. She’s not the one.”
Again, everyone speaks at top volume, shouting over one another to be heard. I pick out random words like death, light, power, and marriage. I can’t make sense of it all. Had Simon mentioned any of this back at the coffee shop, I wouldn’t have come to Romania.
“I thought you were the one in trouble,” I say to Draven.
He stares at me, and I want nothing more than to wake up from this and find out it has all been an elaborate dream.
I pinch my arm just to make sure it’s not.
“You’re not dreaming,” Simon says. “We’re marrying to protect you. There’s no other way.” He leaves his mother’s side and crosses the hardwoods to stand next to me. “I’m sorry, Allison, but we need you to be a member of our family, so we can protect you.”
“Protect me from what?” I ask, my voice barely audible.
“Stop this,” Draven booms. “You will not marry her, Simon.”
Simon frowns. “What do you mean? She needs a husband.”
“And that husband will be me,” Draven says, his eyes boring into mine.
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Logan Chance is a USA Today and Top 20 Amazon Bestselling Author of romantic comedies, contemporary, and mafia romance. Nominated by Goodreads for Best Debut Goodreads Author 2016.
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