Sworn to the Vampire Prince (Vampire Prince Duology #2)

Prologue

They call themselves the Witches of the Darkness. Well, I have a bone to pick with the title. It takes more than a wee drip of demonic energy to make you dark. You need an appetite for it. A hunger in the pit of your stomach. And, most importantly, the permission to eat.

At the heart of dark magick is the audacity to believe you’re worthy of wanting. Not because you’re evil. But because life is meant to be lived.

Most of these so-called “Witches of the Darkness” are playing with magick they don’t fully understand. Treating demonic relics like scraps of power to nibble on. They have—oops. You almost got me. I nearly spoiled the surprise. Time to shut my trap.

Don’t look sad, sweetheart. I know you like to be teased. You’re not the kind of girl who wants it laid out all nice and neat. You want the ache of not knowing, followed by the sweet release of getting exactly what you want. (I’m the same way.)

Oh? Now you’re trying to flirt the answer out of me? You minx. You can bat your eyes and push your tits together all you like, I’m not going to say another word. You’ll see soon enough.

Now, I’ll let you rejoin the story. It picks up right where the last one left off. Bastien and Claire, alone together, at Chateau Rose.

Just remember what I said. Darkness isn’t something you draw into yourself. It’s something you have the audacity to become. And not everyone can stomach that much wanting.