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She was to marry the man who led the attack on her people.

After her father is murdered, Circe is forced to leave her home and become a prisoner of the enemy. When she is taken to the enemy territory, she expects to be tortured physically in every way imaginable. But what she hadn't expected was for the vampire king to offer her up as a bride to his illegitimate son, the very same man that had her people slaughtered.

It was a fate worse than torture.

With her little brother's life on the line and with nowhere to run, Circe is forced to succumb to her fate. Right then she vowed in the name of her dead father to bring her husband to his knees. She would have her revenge, even if it meant destroying herself in the process.

From the first time Prince Ragnar laid eyes on Circe, he knew she was going to be trouble. But trouble had never looked so intriguing. She was a puzzle he couldn't solve and that fact only drew him closer. Like a moth to a flame, she threatened to consume him. She would be his very own demise.

Circe's presence in Lamora awoke something sinister, a malicious entity roaming the lands.

From dusk till dawn, the streets of Lamora becomes engulfed in a strange fog and from within the voice of a woman can be heard. Anyone who wanders out at night when the fog comes, vanishes seemingly without a trace. Never to be found again.

what happens when Circe's brother becomes a victim of this evil presence? What happens when Circe has no other choice but to team up with her husband, who she despises, in order to find the truth behind the disappearances and the evil magic plaguing their lands.

Claimed by the vampire prince

" I despise the queen. I thought you would have known this by now." Ragnar said. His approach was slow and tortuous, making her heart pound harder than it should.

Circe doubted anyone genuinely liked the queen or, for that matter, anyone else in the royal family. She doubted anyone in the royal family truly liked each other. They all merely tolerated each other out of obligation or necessity.

" But not enough to defy her." Circe said. She rose to her feet the moment she could no longer endure Ragnar's nearness. She hated the idea of sitting while he loomed over her. But standing somehow brought her closer to him, his scent invading her senses.

He leaned in just a little bit closer, his lips a breath from her ear. " Enough to risk being hanged for treason." Ragnar whispered and Circe's eyes widened. " That's right, princess. Play your cards right, and you might just get your wish to watch me die."

" Why are you telling me this?" She asked.

Chapter 34