Lucien invited her to his estate—a palace of stone and silence. Vampires glided through the halls, their eyes hungry. At the center of the ballroom, Elara danced with Lucien, her heart a drumbeat of confusion and desire.
Then Kael burst in, fury in his gaze. The vampires hissed, and the wolves howled outside. Elara stood between them, the mark on her wrist glowing.
"I'm not yours," she said. "I'm not anyone's."