Book 1: Princess Face-Off

Ainslee

Princess Riley’s fangs practically drip with venom as she hisses at me, “Stay the fuck away from my fiancé.” It’s not the venom of a snake. Rather, she’s simply so irate that there’s no other way to describe the way she’s growling at me.

I should be terrified. She’s a fucking vampire—strong, powerful. Able to rip through the flesh and cords of my neck with one snap of her jaws. I wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing to stop her.

And I have no idea if she is at all aware of the intricacies of my existence, especially now that I have been told who I am and what that entails and where I should be. I mean, after all, I just became aware myself, and I’m still not sure I understand. So there’s a good chance she doesn’t know.

I just met her the day before. She could be a lunatic for all I know. It makes sense; she certainly seems unhinged at the moment.

A smart woman would beg her forgiveness, say she had no ill intentions as to tread o