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She rules the city with her mouth stained red and her hands clean of mercy.
Seraphine rouge isn't a legend, but a law. An immortal vampire queen who feeds in velvet-lined rooms, seals contracts in blood, and decides who lives long enough to beg. Nightclubs are her altars.
Red envelopes are her verdicts.
If you receive one, your fate has already been chosen.
She does not give her body without taking something in return.
But there was always someone who disobeyed. Kingston Blackwell, a human kingpin with a drug empire, dirty money, and a hunger that rattles her more than the smell of blood. Kingston is violent, obsessive, and dangerously unafraid. Their connection is toxic and consuming; he wants to own her, and she wants to ruin him.
And then there is Lucian Fox.
The enemy's son.
The forbidden love.
His desire for her is quieter, deadlier, and written in prophecy sealed in blood magic rituals that feel far too intimate. Loving him could start a war, and his touch could end the world.
As witches betray, demons collect their debts, bodies pile up, and the city begins to bleed. Seraphine is forced to confront the one thing no crown can protect them from. Because power is intoxicating, love is weakness, and the queen who lets herself burn, everything she rules with her.
This is not a love story.
This is a story about obsession, dominance, and the cost of sitting on a throne soaked in blood.