Twisted Devotion

Emily

Never enter the mortuary after midnight.

I thought it was superstition.

How could I have known Dad was cremating corpses for a crime lord?

I should've listened. Now, it's too late.

A cold-blooded monster has me in his sights.

My stalker. My captor. My ruin.

I should hate Ruarc for using me to blackmail my father.

But with every rough touch and wicked promise, I lose myself to his dark seduction.

Soon, there won't be any of me left.

Ruarc

Don't get involved.

Good advice, especially for someone dealing in secrets and sins.

I lived by that rule since I took the throne.

Until her.

The undertaker never told me he had a daughter.

One with emerald fire in her eyes and enough soul to share.

I decided Emily was mine from that first moment.

Mine to touch. Mine to mold. Mine to break.

And I plan on keeping her.