I was getting pretty used to my bat-shit crazy life. The chance at a normal life had gone out the window when my childhood doctor, a man Ithought I’d known, saddled me with the task of selecting a mate for myself among the four princes. Once I had stopped running from whatever fucked destiny my father’s four sinfully handsomevampire progeny had in store for me, I went in headfirst, understanding shit was bound to get a littlefreaky. Now my life was something I would have only thought possible in a dark and kinky romance novel. So why did it feel like a lifetime ago? Was it really just eight days agothat I’d been tucked away on the second floor of an unassuming three-bedroom home in Quincysuburbia? There, my life was filled with nothing but TV, romance novels, and dreams of experiencingliterally anything beyond my four pink walls.
One week since discovering I am the biological daughter of the latevampire king, Thomas Knight. The raven-haired vampire prince known as Vincent Feral had a not so gentle way of telling me mymother and childhood doctor had been feeding me a shitload of lies alongside my thirst suppressantpills-medication they told me was for my weak heart. Locked in my bedroom for nearly twenty-three years, my small little world flipped on its headwhen a deliciously dark stranger slipped in from the night and kicked down my door. I knew from the moment I decided to remain at the Cape Cod Coven and accept my role as the halfblood heir to the vampire throne that my life would be weird.
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