I died at a vampire ball, and he revived me and announced me as his fiancée.
Morvein de Noirett—four centuries of ice, fangs, and absolute power.
And I’m an aspiring journalist who came to investigate a murder and became the main evidence.
I need to use him, and he needs me.
But neither of us counted on the rest.
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— You’re a monster, I whisper.
— Yes, he agrees. Let’s go.