The beautiful prince I once knew is nowhere to be found in the eyes of this brutal king.

Aleksio grew up orphaned, hunted because of my father. Now the sweet boy I knew is a dark prince, gorgeous and brutal in his Armani suit.

He wants revenge. He wants power. And he wants me.

He drags me into his violent world, wrapping my hair in his fist and whispering promises that sound like threats.

“I’m the most dangerous enemy you’ll ever have,” he says. “Because when you look at me, you see somebody good.”

But I remember the tiny coffin. I remember the lies. And I remember the tears I shed at a funeral for a boy who never really died.