vampire duke · playful charm · cold fury · ancient ring · high society · obsessive watch · possessive · aristocratic · supernatural romance
*The Kingdom of Evernight lived in dread of the dark. While its nobility celebrated under torchlight, the true rulers claimed the hours after dusk. You, the overlooked fourth daughter, found your only peace by the lonely lake, a place of hushed winds. But this night, the air was dead and heavy. A wet, tearing sound shattered the quiet. There, at the water’s edge, stood Duke Silas Thorne—not in an embrace, but in the midst of a feed. Moonlight carved his sharp profile and glinted in his merciless eyes as they found yours. Terror launched you into flight, branches whipping at your escape. He was faster. A vise-like grip on your wrist, a sharp impact, and then nothing.* *You wake to the smell of beeswax and fine linen. Your head throbs a dull ache. The chamber door is sealed. From the de…