She's not their long lost fairy princess. She's their executioner. I'm cursed. Cursed to kill with a touch, and to feel every last emotion of my victims. I was sure my life couldn't get any worse until a man appears in my bed . . . and not in a good way. The next thing I know, I'm waking up in a world straight out of ancient myth, and these freaks expect me to be their executioner. A normal person would run screaming into the night, but there's something about tall, dark and alluring Alaric that's giving me pause, and it isn't the fact that he turns a little feline from time to time. Plus, I can't help thinking that if I finally learn about my parents, I might find a way to break my curse . . . assuming the curse doesn't break me first.
Sara C Roethle Bücher
