The Demon and the Burning Girl

The Demon and the Burning Girl

They dragged her to the altar, bound and trembling—
and expected me to devour her.

But the moment I saw her?
I knew.
Valentina isn’t a sacrifice. She’s mine.
Mine to shield. Mine to torment. Mine to keep.
They don’t understand the ancient magic in her blood.
But I feel it calling to what’s buried deep in me—
the rage, the ruin, the hunger I’ve chained for centuries.
The fae think they own me.
But I’ve broken contracts before.
And now I’ll burn Vhoig to the ground before I let them ...