The Demon and the Burning Girl

About the book

They pulled her towards the altar, bound and trembling - and expected me to consume her.

But the instant I laid eyes on her?

I knew.

Valentina is not a sacrifice. She belongs to me.

Mine to protect. Mine to torment. Mine to hold onto.

They do not grasp the ancient power flowing through her veins.

Yet I can sense it resonating with what lies dormant inside of me - the anger, the destruction, the hunger I have kept restrained for centuries.

The fae believe they have control over me.

But I have disregarded agreements in the past.

And now I will reduce Vhoig to ashes before allowing them to lay a finger on her once more.

She does not trust me as of now.

And she does not need to.

For she is already mine.

And what I claim, I do not release.

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