They dressed me in white because tribute blood looked prettier on pale silk.
At midnight, the cathedral doors opened and every candle bent toward the prince.
Cassian Veyr walked through the aisle like a beautiful death sentence.
The priest pushed me to my knees at his feet.
"Drink, Your Highness. Seal the treaty."
Cassian lifted my wrist to his mouth.
His fangs touched my skin, and the moment my blood crossed his tongue, the windows shattered.
The vampire prince dropped to one knee before me, eyes black with hunger and shock.
"Impossible," he whispered. "My queen."