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Ragnar finally looked up. His eyes roamed her face, then dropped lower and lingered just a second too long. “Careful, princess. Keep taunting me like that and I’ll start thinking you like our nightly sparring.”

“And if I did?” Her voice was soft now. Almost playful. “Would you stop pretending that you don't like it when I challenge you?”

He rose from his seat slowly until he stood toe to toe with her. “Tell me something, Circe.”

She tilted her chin up. “What?”

“If I kissed you right now… Would you slap me, stab me, or kiss me back?”

Her breath hitched. “That depends.”

“On?”

“How good the kiss is.”

A pause. Something hummed between them, something neither of them dared name.

Ragnar’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “Do you want me to find out?”

She smiled, slow and wicked. “Make it worth the risk.”
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She was forced to marry the man who led the attack on her people.

After her father is murdered, Circe is forced to leave her home and become a prisoner of the enemy. When she is taken to the enemy territory, she expects to be tortured physically in every way imaginable. But what she hadn't expected was for the vampire king to offer her up as a bride to his illegitimate son, the very same man that had her people slaughtered.

It was a fate worse than torture.

With her little brother's life on the line and with nowhere to run, Circe is forced to succumb to her fate. Right then she vowed in the name of her dead father to bring her husband to his knees. She would have her revenge, even if it meant destroying herself in the process.

From the first time Prince Ragnar laid eyes on Circe, he knew she was going to be trouble. But trouble had never looked so intriguing. She was a puzzle he couldn't solve and that fact only drew him closer. Like a moth to a flame, she threatened to consume him. She would be his very own demise.

Circe's presence in Lamora awoke something sinister, a malicious entity roaming the lands.

From dusk till dawn, the streets of Lamora becomes engulfed in a strange fog and from within the voice of a woman can be heard. Anyone who wanders out at night when the fog comes, vanishes seemingly without a trace. Never to be found again.

what happens when Circe's brother becomes a victim of this evil presence? What happens when Circe has no other choice but to team up with her husband, who she despises, in order to find the truth behind the disappearances and the evil magic plaguing their lands.

Gonan spurred his horse harder, urging it forward as the towering spires of the tall stone structures loomed into view and the gleaming palace gates drew closer. His cloak snapped behind him in the wind, dust rising in his wake as he galloped up the main road. It had been several days since his return from Kezar, but a string of urgent matters, council summons, border reports, and a skirmish in the east, had kept him away from the one conversation that mattered most. He needed to speak with Ragnar about the disappearances.


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