"'I will make you my queen,'" the Blood Beast declared, his voice dripping with intent. From both sides of the bed, he withdrew chains, using their shackled ends to cuff her slender wrists.
"I am the High Priestess," she retorted with a hint of defiance. "You have no right—"
But fear, icy and gripping, slithered into her thoughts. She couldn't allow this union with the Blood Beast to be consummated. To harness and remain the vessel of Hecate's magic, Luna had to retain her status as a virgin High Priestess.
"What do you intend to do?" The urgency in her voice was barely concealed, coming out as a tense whisper.
