Bite of Justice (Blood Oath, #4)

by R.L. Caulder

Make them know our name—not for what has happened to the Van Helsings—but for what we are capable of now when anyone dares cross us.

Don’t you dare close your legs to me. I’m fucking starving, Princess.

“Those better be happy tears, Princess. Because if they aren’t, it’s time for me to give up this charade of civility and start laying heads at your feet instead of flowers.”