Blood on his lips. Power in his touch. A maelstrom in his eyes. The Prince, an Old One, High Lord of House Montague, is fixated on claiming me. The weight of his grip crushes my throat, and resistance is…well. Futile. I am Aerinne Capulette, last daughter of Faronne, and survival forces me to accept he killed my mother, that he will drag me to his bed fighting and cursing as he laughs. But I will not accept the subjugation of my House, my family, my friends. If any blood coats my hands, it will be his.