Prologue
Darkness has always been my home.
For centuries, I have walked this earth, untouched by time. I have seen empires crumble, heard the dying whispers of kings and queens. The world has changed, yet I have remained—cold, immortal, and alone.
That is what it means to be a vampire.
Witches are nothing but enemies. Their magic burns, their curses linger, and their hatred is woven into the marrow of my bones.
So why did I save her?
The witch. The girl with emerald eyes that glowed like the embers of a dying fire. The girl whose blood smelled like the forbidden, like something I was never meant to touch.
I should have let her die that night.
Instead, I made a choice that will be my undoing.
Because now I feel something I should not feel and it's killing us both.