Elara’s POV

My father sold me for six hundred gold pieces to a vampire lord.

The monster who bought me is standing at the altar waiting for me to walk toward him like this is a love story and not a transaction.

The great hall is packed. Every person from our town is here because Lord Sorin  doesn’t invite, he summons.

And when an eight-hundred-year-old vampire summons your village to watch him marry the girl he purchased like cattle, you show up or you vanish. Simple arithmetic.

Sorin stands at the altar in black from throat to boot. Pale skin, dark hair pushed back from a face that would be...