It is a dormant wrath that, once awakened, does not stop until the danger is not merely gone, but erased.

I took a slow sip of my wine and looked out into the pitch-black night beyond the estate’s windows.

I whispered a silent vow into the dark, a promise to anyone who might be listening: Let the world build its gilded cages. Let it breed its arrogant, entitled princes.

Because as long as Dominic and I draw breath, and as long as Lily holds that titanium pen, anyone who dares lay a hand on our bloodline will find out exactly what happens when you wake the devil.

THE END.