Eighteen-year-old Lily Isaac is a half-blood. Her father a vampire and her mother a human, Lily is seen as a lesser being from the rest of society. She doesn’t let this keep her from obtaining her one true goal in life: to become a valiant Vanguard—a vampire knight for the Palace of the Bloodprince. But earning a position as a Vanguard inside Silvercity means passing one final test: a hunt in which she must return with the claws of a dead werewolf. 
When Lily finds herself overpowered by a wolf, barely escaping with her life, her chances as a Vanguard slip through her fingers. But she is recognized by the Bloodpince for another reason: her blood is as valuable to him as gold. She finds herself working in the Palace, where the prince’s shaky health seems to regenerate the longer he feeds from her. 
As the days pass, and their feedings become more intimate, Lily finds herself drawing closer to the prince. But as a stranger begins to appear from the shadows, the prince’s life is threatened. The only way Lily can protect him is by agreeing to spy on the palace for a pack of werewolves who want to destroy Silverycity and the prince’s legacy. 
In time, Lily finds her heart torn between two souls. One a beautiful and noble prince with a cruel past, the other a daring, dangerous alpha who wishes only to destroy him.
Unfortunately for Lily, choosing one could mean sacrificing the other.

The Bloodprince's Consort

The next day, Lily found Leon just where he said he would be—lounging in the library, face-down in a book.

"I want my knives back," she demanded.

Leon looked up, adjusting his spectacles. "I told you, I can’t do that."

"I’m a half-breed in a palace full of angry, jealous vampire women. I can’t defend myself without my knives."

"Certainly, you can," Leon said. "You’re vanguard material, aren’t you? You know everything about defending yourself against—"

"Against werewolves," Lily corrected him. "Not vampires. And even if I knew how to defend myself against vampires, I’m naturally handicapped. Especially without my knives."

Leon sighed and closed his book. He stood to approach Lily, pausing when he noted the bandages on her wrists and necks. "My god, he’s turned you into a mummy."

She examined her wrists, which still ached a bit from his feeding. "They'll heal up."

Chapter 9