At 7:42 AM, I was running late for work. At 7:46, I was married.
Correction: blood-bound to a man who wasn't human—and who claimed I had stolen his crown.
I remember the cold marble floor beneath me, the silver blade slicing across my palm, and his voice—dark, deep, venom-laced—saying, "By ancient law, our fates are now one."
I thought it was a nightmare.
It wasn't.
My name is Vivienne Black. I used to be normal. You know, student loan debt, a toxic ex, and a cat with abandonment issues.
Then the dreams started—visions of fire, silver cities, and a man with violet eyes who called me his queen.
Now I'm stuck in a world I didn't know existed. Where vampires rule the night, witches run the banks, and the humans? We're just the illusion that keeps the real world hidden.
The worst part? I know him.
The vampire king with the crown of shadows?
He's the man who killed my sister.
And I just bound my soul to his.
To be continued...