Escaping From His Love
Five years ago, I offered up my neck to Kieran, the Shadow Lord.
After that night of insatiable hunger, he didn't drain me dry.
Instead, he sank his fangs deep into my veins. At the zenith of pleasure, he whispered repeatedly into my ear, "You are mine."
Just as I mistakenly believed this twisted possession was love, his so-called "savior," Seraphina, returned.
To appease her, Kieran demanded my heart's blood every night. He callously tossed my mother's only keepsake into an auction. Worse still, to quell her jealousy, he personally locked me away in a prison bristling with silver torture devices...
When I finally broke the blood pact and, my heart shattered, fled to Los Angeles to marry his sworn enemy, Lucian, Kieran descended into complete madness.