No man would ever own me again.
A simple promise I’d made to myself after escaping a brutal childhood of abuse and being trained to enact violence on unblessed witches. Since that moment, I had managed to survive on the streets by successfully pickpocketing.
Unfortunately, after years of hiding, t...
You’d think as the princess to the House of Death, that I would be looked at with respect. You would be wrong.
A reject—that’s the best way to describe how I’m treated. All because I’m a hybrid.
The Monarchs of Hell revere pure bloodlines and perfection above all else, and in their eyes...I’m a mu...