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Emily
Never enter the mortuary after midnight. I thought it was superstition. How could I have known Dad was cremating corpses for a crime lord? I should’ve listened. Now, it’s too late. A cold-blooded monster has me in his sights. My stalker. My captor. My ruin. I should hate Ruarc for using me to blackmail my father. But with every rough touch and wicked promise, I lose myself to his dark seduction. Soon, there won’t be any of me left. Ruarc Don’t get involved. Good advice, especially for someone dealing in secrets and sins. I lived by that rule since I took the throne. Until her. The undertaker never told me he had a daughter. One with emerald fire in her eyes and enough soul to share. I decided Emily was mine from that first moment. Mine to touch. Mine to mold. Mine to break. And I plan on keeping her.
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