When the Strigoi King says, "Kneel, pet . . . " And his fated mate replies, "Make me."
"Monsters Are Real." That's the title of my master's thesis. It's also why I'm in Romania. Hunting. Scouring. Searching.
Because I know he's here. Ciprian Negru, King of the Strigoi. He's the heart of my research. My damnable obsession. My downfall.
I assumed he had no idea a measly human like me even existed. I should have known better. Because he's been waiting for me. Lurking in the shadows. Stalking my every move while I stalked him. And I just waltzed right into his trap . . .
You're mine now, Viviana Dalca. A pretty little toy to use. To break. To claim. So be a good pet and kneel for your king, sweet girl. Because I'm about to show you how dark this mutual obsession goes . . .
