No Taste for BloodFolge 37

Philadelphia’s popular Crimson Café is known for its creamy signature drink. Its secret is not milk, but a young girl’s blood collected daily in a crystal cellar bowl. Seraphina, imprisoned for years by her foster parents, escapes and runs into a vampire Duke. She saved his life with her blood ten years ago, and he has searched for her ever since. But a strange scent chills him when she offers her wrist. The Vampire Tribunal comes for them with torture, pyres and ancient rites. Her blood heals and resurrects and resonates with the Progenitor’s lingering spirit. Still, she suspects she is just a pawn on someone’s chessboard. While fighting vampire nobles, she discovers a secret mastermind drew her into a trap. This entity knows her lineage, powers and preordained fate. Will she be the board’s most valuable piece, or the one to overturn everything? Between blood slave and queen lies great power, along with a lie she has never questioned.