He is a vampire, a warrior king.

She is a sorceress, a mastermind.

Between fire and blood lies a love to be cherished.

Beneath honour and duty hides a love to be feared.

To choose one another, the price is more poisonous than death.

[Eleven years ago, Roman Versantes, High General of Sylvania and royal brother of the king, lost everything to a betrayal and a false accusation. After surviving through the worst, he vowed to take his revenge and war his way through until he got the crown.

In the same time, he sought the girl who had rescued his life and showed up on his darkest day like an angel. Yet when he met her again, she showed up a cold, deadly adversary.]

"What are you thinking?" I wanted to know. I yearned to gaze into her eyes, taste the sweetness of her lips, share her precious thoughts. Can't she feel it? Can't she see how fiercely my heart is burning, aching? If she were truly so blind, I would make her see.

"I'm thinking…" Blushing faintly, she shook her head. "You're the worst enemy I've ever met."

"Your worst enemy can light you a brighter fire than that useless husband of yours ever could." Burying my face in her hair, I relished in the fragrance of her hair. She shivered and grasped my collar.

"Regardless of the consequences?" she asked softly, gazing up at me with those forest green eyes.

"Yes." I bent down, capturing her lips in a gentle yet possessive kiss. "Don't run from me again, my lady. One more time, and your sweet pleads for that man won't appeal to my mercy anymore."