SWEET BLOOD
“Let us begin.”
Darkness.
James was panting now, sweating uncontrollably. Trembling. His hands ached. He looked at them. He must have clawed at his temples, trying to stop the pain from exploding through him, because his nail beds were bloody, his claws mere stumps.
His father had warned him.
His father. The king of Nork. The leader of the vampire and they were the pureblood…the last royal pureblood.
His name truly was James. Leticia had not lied about that. She’d known who and what he was. They all had. So highborn, Levy had liked to say, and now he knew why. He was a prince. A crown prince, and one day, a king.
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