Riley’s POV

My stomach twisted the second the name left his mouth. Emberkin Dracula. The last and most deadly son of the vampire lord. I’d heard the stories of him somehow from my memories, whispers about the one son who made even the other monsters step back. And now he had me pressed against his chest like I already belonged to him.

I hated him instantly. Hated the way his body felt solid and hot under that dark regalia. Hated the golden mask that hid most of his face but left his sharp jaw and that thin scar visible. Hated how my own legs had carried me straight to him...