The Vampire Lord's Permission Came Too Late
It took Lucien Ashbourne, Blackwater's vampire lord, three nights to notice I hadn't requested any fresh food, human medicine, or clothes. At last, he called me himself.
"Evelyn, St. Raven's has the release order," he said, his voice low and patient. "Your treatment won't be interrupted. See? Stop treating Celeste like the enemy, and I can take care of everything."
The petition to dissolve our blood bond already bore my seal.
To the outside world, I had the kind of fairytale love every human girl dreamed of—with a vampire who would lay down his life to protect me.
Reality, as it turned out, was a little less romantic.
My blood could not open the castle's wards. I had no access to its account