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The moment she hit send, her heart nearly stopped.

Her phone vibrated again.

A new message.

She stared. Waited. Swallowed against the flood of nerves.

Opened it.

Nidev:You will remain in your apartment until I decide you’re ready.

Her thighs clenched. Her stomach knotted. Her hands curled against the sheets, gripping them tight. Because ready didn’t mean prepared with him. Ready meant something else entirely.

LESSON ONE

Lyric sat in the middle of the lecture hall, surrounded by the dim glow of laptop screens and the low hum of King Lore’s recorded lecture playing through the room’s speakers. Now that she knew more about the bat bite, it explained why he no longer delivered them in person. If his gifts had lust attached to them, he might accidentally give the entire class an orgasm. Something all the females probably already fantasized about while masturbating.

King Lore was one of theprettyKings. The girls had them divided up into three kinds. The Pretty Kings. The Hot Kings. And the Scary Kings. Some claimed more than one category, some claimed all. Nidev had been all three to her. And now he was so much more.

Her fingers curled around her pen as she absentmindedly tapped her notes, fighting to retain the boring facts regarding resonance of sound frequencies in ancient rituals—a subject that once captivated her.

Her phone vibrated next to her and spiked her pulse. She pulled the phone under her desk, away from wandering eyes then tilted the screen.

Nidev:Lyric,

Your training begins today.

My lessons are designed to

strip away who and what

you think you are and

replace it with what

I demand you to become.

Each day, you will receive a text from me.

You will obey it.

Every evening, you will

tell me why I chose the test.

If you are correct, you will

spend the night with your King.

If you are not, you will spend

the night with your Dominus.

Your King desires your excellence.

Your Dominus demands it.

Oh dear God.

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