The Crescent Heir
"Why the master's sister, of all the souls in this manor?"
Romulus turned to him slowly. Something flickered in his eyes, something hungry.
"Her purity draws me, Henchman." He inhaled — long and deliberate, as though tasting the very air of the room. "Her maidenhood. It drifts through the very like steam rising from a fresh cup, rich and warm and calling to every base instinct I carry. She is untouched, untainted." His voice dropped lower. "She is the hand that can calm the raging storm in me — the insatiable hunger of a Desert Wolf that has never once been quieted. I want her by my bedside this very evening. An Ashworth, a royalty. She is the key that unlocks—"