The Summoner's Price

Amorette Belrose drew the summoning circle in her own blood because she had nothing left to lose. No sister. No freedom. No name that wasn't written in a brothel's ledger.
She expected a monster. She got a Prince.
Azraith, Prince of Bonds, answers her call with four conditions: she will not run, she will not lie, she will not beg, and she will not go hollow. In return, he offers what no human has ever been given. A bilateral bond. A shared soul-link with a demon who has consumed four hundred and thirty-seven lives and has never once said the word love.
But Amorette's debt to the Velvet House isn't the only chain around her throat. The man who murdered her sister still breathes. The brothel madam who sold her still profits. And the bond she forged in desperation is becoming something neither summoner nor demon negotiated for. Something that burns when they touch and aches when they don't. Something with teeth and tenderness and a price that neither of them can afford to pay.
When Amorette is taken by the man who collects women the way other men collect butterflies, the bond shatters, and Azraith discovers that four thousand years of darkness taught him nothing about what he'd burn to get her back.