Both Are Mine for the Taking
My sister and I slept for a thousand years. Tonight, we would Awaken. We would become true High-Bloods.
Our Sire, Countess Lylandra, brought us two men. We had to choose a Blood Thrall.
A cold, celibate priest.
A young, harmless noble prince.
In my past life, Lilith grabbed the prince by the neck and vanished into the shadows. She left me with the cold-hearted priest.
The prince's blood was sweet, his soul pure.
He was supposed to be the perfect sacrifice for the Awakening ritual.
Lilith should have become a High-Blood without any trouble.
But she fell for the prince's sweet words and gentle lies.
She poured her ancient power into him.
She forged a false blood bond to help him seize the