Preface
They say a pureblood vampire’s love is eternal. Unbreakable. All-consuming.
But they don’t tell you what happens when that love is lost.
When she was taken from him, it shattered him. The man he had been—the one who loved her, cherished her—drowned in the void she left behind. What crawled out was something else entirely. A monster with bloodstained hands and a ruined heart, willing to burn the world for vengeance.
For centuries, he has worn his sins like a second skin, carving his pain into history, drowning his grief in war and ruin. Because if he cannot have her, then nothing else deserves to exist.
But fate is cruel.
Because now, she stands before him again. The woman he would have died for—the woman he did die for.
And she is no longer his.
No passion is greater.
No connection is stronger.
No agony is more excruciating.
And now, I will stop at nothing to make her mine again.
