The craving was maddening. Uncontrollable.
I inhaled her. My fangs ached. And every time I looked into her eyes, the dagger of desire was thrust ever further into my broken soul. I—the Quiet King—who held dominion over countless beings, found myself absolutely enslaved by this enchanting blood mage. But would she ever submit to me? Or would I have to take what I desire?
This book is part ofThe Immortal Crown Saga, Book 3
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