Something is wrong with me.
Being a blood slave to a vampire is the most binding commitment in the world. More than marriage since divorce isn’t an option. Rurik and I are bound together by blood.
Except I shouldn’t be craving his blood like I am, and I can’t get enough. It’s driving me mad.
Desperate, Rurik takes me to Rio, seeking the vampire king’s help. To say Tane isn’t happy to see me is putting it mildly. What’s worst? It turns out my blood craze is because I’m not Rurik’s blood slave. I’m bound to Tane. He stole the bond from us and now I belong to him.
I can’t even kill him because if I do, I’ll die too. I hate him.