The first victims were never human. So the last thing she expected to lose was her heart. Princess Arienne Aravelle has spent her life performing the version of herself Sylvaris needs: composed, capable, untouchable. She is very good at it. She has had to be. But the city is changing. The creatures Sylvaris was built alongside are retreating into silence. Cryptic letters are finding their way into Arienne's hands. Something is moving beneath the surface of everything she has spent years protecting, and every warning points to a danger no one wants to name. She does not have time for the new frontier sentinel reassigned to her guard. Ikor Vardon is from the Outer Ring, unbothered by palace protocol, and constitutionally incapable of pretending not to notice things. He notices everything. Especially her. The problem is not that he is a distraction. The problem is that he is the only person in the palace who looks at her and seems to see something she forgot was there. Arienne has spent a long time being careful. Ikor is making it very difficult to remember why.

I could recognize a vampire anywhere. No matter how long I've been away from my family, I will never forget the tenants that had been carved into my mind since childhood. They raised me to be a slayer, but I left to carve my own path. Atreus Rhodes threatened everything I built for myself. He can walk in the sun, touch silver without so much as a flinch, and even has a reflection. But I know a vampire when I see one. He's also my boss. And when he looks at me, he sees only one thing. Prey "I'm going to break you, Fire Lily. I'm going to make you beg me to fuck you. And when you do, I'm going to feed from you until your veins run dry." ~ This story has been given a mature rating for sexual content and is not suitable for all audiences. This story is entirely of my own creation. Generative AI was not used in any way. This story is only available on Wattpad. ~