Deception

married a monster to avenge the dead. But at our wedding dinner, I tried to poison the devil himself.

Nicholi Volkov is twice my age and the reason my fiancé is buried six feet deep. To end the blood feud, he didn't ask for forgiveness-he bought me, dressed me in white, and called it peace.

I smiled sweetly across the table. Slipped poison into his wine.

And waited for him to die.

But monsters don't choke. They watch-as you try to kill them-and then they devour you whole.

His mouth is sin. His hands, ruin. His eyes see through every lie I've ever told.

This isn't desire. It's my undoing.

I swore I'd destroy Nicholi Volkov. Now I tremble beneath him, marked and moaning for the man who shattered my life. Craving the devil who calls me his.

Then two pink lines appear.

I carry his child-the ultimate betrayal of the woman I used to be.

Before I can run, I'm taken-ripped from his arms and used as leverage in a war I never started.

But Nicholi doesn't plead. He doesn't parley.

He burns the world down to bring me back.

And he's not coming alone.