At the Call of Your Blood

One look, one breath—already at the very first meeting Radmir Volnov was her true match. But the girl fought with all her might to deny it. Not him! Not Volnov!—“I don’t owe you anything!”—Gróznova snapped grimly. —“Come here, Bozena!”—Radmir narrowed his eyes. Huge predator’s hands settled on the bars—bars that seemed fragile compared to him. —“Do I look like a fool?”—Gróznova scoffed and backed away until her back hit the rough wall. —“If you won’t come nicely, I’ll come myself!”—threatened the predator, and the beast inside Radmir was raging.* * *They met on the edge of his madness. A strong, cruel predator and a fragile half-blood. He is guilty of her father’s death. And she… She simply hates him—and despises herself for it, because despite grief and the voice of reason, she belongs only to him. She is his true match.