Chapter 4

They were going to burn my mark off his heart. With silver I had forged. And the vampire princess had made sure I'd be the one holding it. "Only the smith can touch moonsilver," Seraphina purred when I limped into the healer's tower at dawn. "It's tradition. The one who gave the mark must unmake it." Kaden lay shirtless on the stone table. My crescent scar sat over his heart like a promise. In an hour, it would be gone. And I would be the one who did it. "There's no tradition," I said. "You...