LOGINOliviaAlthough I was forbidden to train, Damien did not confine me to his rooms. I was still allowed to wander freely through the castle. I stood at the top of one of the ballroom staircases. I thought about throwing myself down the stairs. I was confident that I would not die. Unfortunately, eve
OliviaI needed to find a way to delay the ceremony. Everything depended on it. I could not become a vampire. I had only just gotten a tiny bit of acceptance back from the other slaves. They would reject me forever if I became a vampire.And if I changed, would I ever see my family again? What if I
OliviaDamien carried me through the castle. I recognized the path. We were going back to his rooms. I shivered in his hold. He would want to feed from me. I ached from the beating. I didn’t want to feel his fangs in my throat.I didn’t want to fight my body’s reactions to Damien’s bite. I was just
SofiaThat damned mongrel was insufferable!I watched her wander off after passing every challenge the guards I’d sent to “supervise” her training had offered.How hard was it to exhaust one mutt? I had told them to wear her out. Yet she still had a bounce in her step as she walked. I needed to fin
OliviaI had so many questions. Was I going to become a vampire? Would I still be a werewolf if I did? Was I doomed to become some kind of half-vampire, half-werewolf abomination? Or would the vampire blood wipe out everything I had ever been, leaving a monster in my place?I needed answers, but I w
Olivia’s POVI froze, not wanting to answer that question. The very last thing that I wanted to admit to my werewolf kindred, so soon after being accepted by them again, was that I had a blood bond with my vampire master. Especially if it was making me feel less like a werewolf.Being a werewolf was







