Blood and Malice

<p><strong>Betrayed.</strong></p><p><br></p><p>Not just by our allies but by the dark goddess who sent me on this doomed mission in the first place.</p><p><br></p><p>Now my monsters and I are prisoners of the dark fae warlord pawns in his endless war games.</p><p><br></p><p><strong>But nothing in Midnight is ever what it seems. </strong></p><p><br></p><p>Not the warlord. Not our enemies. And not the vile magick humming beneath the surface calling to me in ways I'm ashamed to admit to anyone...</p><p><br></p><p>Anyone but <em>him</em>.</p><p><br></p><p><strong>For all his cruelty my enemy might be the only man who truly understands the darkness inside me.</strong></p><p><br></p><p>Because deep down he craves it as badly as I do.</p><p><br></p><p>And that-more than the deadly creatures of the realm more than the thought of losing the monsters I'm already falling in love with-terrifies me.</p><p><br></p><p>Because the longer I remain a prisoner of Midnight the more I'm starting to feel like it isn't a prison at all... but a home.</p><p><br></p><p>One that might actually be worth fighting for.</p>