He knows about the prophecy. A gypsy woman, long ago—several centuries—predicted that at the same time the princes of Sandrovskys would meet those whom they would call their companions and friends. Igor refuses to believe in this ridiculous prophecy. But the two younger brothers—first Velest, then Boris—meet girls and bind their Fates together.
Igor doesn’t want to start a family. In a world where a merciless war rages between real vampires and strigoi, love is far too dangerous a luxury. To avoid temptation, he leaves for the Urals. To rest, to distract himself, to forget the woman he was drawn to. But Fate can’t be escaped. He clearly understands this when, in a dark night on a deserted road, he picks up a girl beaten half to death…