
Introduction
Chapter 1
The moon hung high above me, a silver blade cutting through the oppressive black of night. Its pale light skimmed across the dense forest, casting angular shadows from the twisted limbs of ancient trees. The air was cool and unnervingly still, thick with the scent of damp earth and rotting leaves. That smell had become as familiar to me as the weight of my dagger—always lingering, always there on nights like this.
I moved like instinct through the foliage, every step deliberate, every breath measured. My boots made no sound against the forest floor, the soft earth muffling each footfall. I’d walked this path in my mind for years, memorized every sound the woods could make. The forest didn’t resist me tonight—it parted like it knew exactly why I was here.
My hair stuck to the back of my neck in long curls, damp with sweat despite the chill. It shifted with every movement like it had a life of its own, catching silver in the moonlight. I didn’t stop. Not now. I could feel it in my blood—this night was different.
For years, I’d stalked Arceneaux Castle from the shadows. I’d studied it like scripture. Every inch of its crumbling ramparts. Every secret door hidden in ivy. Every servant who never seemed to age. I had built my life around this place, around him. Every vampire I had ever killed haunted these walls.
Tonight, it would end. My final hunt before I could finally put an end to all the carnage.
My fingers brushed the hilt of the dagger strapped against my thigh—a blade older than most of the world, forged in fire and salt and blood. It had saved me more times than I could count, and tonight, it would do so one last time. If fate had a shred of mercy left, it would be the thing that ended Lucien Arceneaux.
The forest thinned, and there it was—his castle, rising ahead of me like a jagged wound in the cliffside. The black stone stretched toward the sky, weathered by time but still unyielding. It looked like it had been carved out of the night itself. Cold. Enduring. Waiting.
The iron gates loomed at the end of the path, thick with twisted runes that pulsed faintly in the moonlight like veins under skin. I didn’t hesitate. I never had.
I paused only when the magic struck me—a low, vibrating hum that crawled across my skin like breath against the back of my neck. A warning, maybe. But I’d stopped listening to warnings a long time ago. I let a small smile twist my lips. Cold. Sharp. There was no room for softness now.
“I’m coming for you, Lucien,” I murmured, voice barely above a whisper, letting the words settle like dust over the path.
The magic parted—just enough to let me slip through. The air inside the gates was colder, heavier. The gravel beneath my boots cracked softly with each step as I approached the entrance. Everything felt thick, slow. Like the world had narrowed to this one place, this one moment.
He was watching me. I could feel it in the weight pressing down on my shoulders. In the way the old power around this place began to tighten. He always knew when I was near.
The castle loomed ahead, its windows empty and dark. The front doors—massive slabs of blackened wood bound in iron—were shut tight. I didn’t slow. And then, the silence broke.
With a groan of old hinges, the doors began to swing open, as though summoned by my presence. The inside was pitch black—cold air rolling out in a slow exhale. My fingers brushed the hilt again.
And then I saw him.
Lucien Arceneaux stood at the top of the grand staircase, half-shrouded in shadow. Still. Watching. Tall and elegant as ever, like something carved from the night. He wore no crown, but he didn’t need one. Cruel power radiated from him like a blue flame.
He looked just as he always had—sharp, unnaturally perfect, and colder than stone. His black eyes locked onto mine, and for a breath, it was like the whole castle was holding itself still.
“My Bella,” he said, his voice low and smooth, rich as velvet and twice as dangerous. His affections nauseated me. “You’ve come to my home at last.”
My breath caught before I could stop it, but I kept my stance steady. “I’m here to end this.”
He tilted his head, that familiar smirk curving one corner of his mouth. But there was no warmth in it—there never had been. The heat he carried wasn’t human.
The last time we faced each other, it had been under the harvest moon. The sky was the color of dried blood, and we’d met in the ruins of an old chapel swallowed by vines and time. I had cornered him there, blade drawn, my heart pounding with the thrill of the kill. He hadn’t run. He’d stepped toward me like he’d been waiting. Eyes burning. Voice low, unshaken. We circled each other like wolves, breath mingling in the chill air, everything in me wound tight.
When I struck, he caught my wrist. Not hard—just enough. It wasn’t the strength of his grip that stopped me. It was the way he looked at me. The way his mouth hovered inches from mine. The way his voice rasped out, “You don’t know what you’d do to me if you won.”
I should’ve driven the dagger into his chest. I should have. But I didn’t. I let myself feel the warmth of him, just for a second. And in that second, he vanished. Left me with nothing but the echo of my name on the wind—and the ache of knowing how close I’d come to something worse than death.
Now, standing in his hall, I saw the same look in his eyes.
“I think we both know,” Lucien said, his voice curling through the air like smoke, “you won’t be leaving here alive.”
“We’ll see about that.”
The air tightened around us, thick and electric. My fingers reached for the dagger. I felt the cool leather strap beneath it—but I wasn’t fast enough.
Something struck the side of my neck. Cold. Precise. No pain—just the shock of it. The world tilted on its axis.
My knees buckled. My vision blurred. The castle walls seemed to warp and breathe. Heat bled out of me in a rush, replaced by a freezing numbness that started in my spine and crawled toward my fingertips.
Lucien's arms cradled me—a blur of darkness and intent—and the last thing I saw were his eyes, still locked on mine, before everything went black.
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