"Unable to resist, he kissed her wounds, and her cold blood touched his lips. He tasted it with his tongue and lost it, almost dropping her to the ground. There was something strange in this girl’s blood. It was unlike anything he had ever tasted, like sweet wine with roses and something electrifying he couldn’t name." 

Queen of Blood and Roses is created by Alexandra Lynch, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Queen of Blood and Roses

Prince Acheron was trying to make sense of the scene before him after running into the ballroom. He quickly fought off a Fae that had been wearing a jester’s clothes, knocking him to the ground, when he saw Arabella running towards the foyer. At first, he felt relieved, thinking she was getting away from the fire and the puzzling assortment of attackers who were clearly set on killing all the Hova in the room. 


But mixed in with the smell of burnt wood, cloth, and hair was a scent too strong for him to ignore: Arabella’s blood out in the open. 


And no, he couldn’t be so foolish to believe the girl would run. He had seen the other side of her, and he knew she’d be fighting someone, dress and all. Then he saw her tear at her dress, ripping its skirt to shreds as she ran. 


Chapter 12: A Glimpse Of Magic