For I am the devil, and I am in love.
She was made to bow at my throne. A sad, pretty apostate.
A vampire with no bite, no power, and no bloodline. Friendless, damaged, and bearing a powerful secret.
One, as king, I will treasure. Hide away. Sequestering my new queen from court.
She is only for my eyes.
Pearl will exist to please me, to love me. And to assure it, each dusk her memories of all I’ve done to her shall be washed clean. A fresh canvas—a lump of innocent clay to mold as I will.
And my will is a terrible thing.