Their bargain is brutally clear: Angela will live in his crumbling cliffside manor for one year, offering her blood and magic nightly to unravel the curse. In return, her debts vanish and she walks free at the end—alive and whole. To seal the contract, every midnight requires a kiss that channels her power directly into his veins. What begins as clinical necessity swiftly turns dangerous. Each kiss lingers longer, tastes sweeter, and the curse’s decay reverses in tandem with an unwelcome heat growing between them.
Angela discovers the curse was never random; it was punishment for Caspian refusing to slaughter an entire witch bloodline—a choice that cost him his crown and his humanity. As fragments of his memories bleed into her dreams, Angela realizes breaking the curse might require her to surrender far more than blood. Caspian, terrified of becoming the monster his court believes him to be, fights the pull toward the one person whose death would guarantee his full restoration.
By the final month, the manor’s walls echo with secrets older than both of them. Angela must decide whether to finish the ritual and lose the vampire who has begun to feel painfully human, or defy the contract, damn him forever, and ignite war between witches and vampires once more. Freedom was the price she thought she wanted; love might be the one she can’t afford to pay.