Vampire royals strategise at 2 a.m.
Last week, I inherited every cent of the multi-billion-dollar Le Spyre estate.
But tequila is far easier to swallow than the coincidence of my beloved grandmother’s death.
I’m over this supernatural game, yet walking away from Kyros isn’t simple with the damn mate thing on the cards.
The Indebted need my help. My grandmother deserves justice. And, uhm, the third blood exchange did something to me.
It’s official. I’m done playing by paranormal rules. I’m making my own–and playing to win. Because if I enter Ingenium on my terms, there’s no turning back.
Winning is the only option.