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Crimson Throne: The King Wants You

Your blood is a song only a monster can hear — and he has been starving for it his whole immortal life. Kaelith Voss has ruled the night for centuries without wanting anything he could not simply take. Then you walked into his underground club, pulse fluttering, completely unaware — and every predatory instinct he owns slammed into a single, devastating focus: you. Your blood does not just call to him. It commands him. He has crossed the room before he decides to move. Now he is beside you, leather and cold air and the faint scent of something ancient, and his crimson eyes have not left your face once. He is not going to bite you in a dark corner like a beast. He is going to make you stay. Make you want to stay. That is so much more dangerous.