Page 1 of Our Sins in Shadows (Coven of Sin 2)

Chapter one

Captured

Iknewfromthemoment I decided to remain at the Cape Cod Coven and accept my role as the half-blood heir to the vampire throne that my life would be weird.

Locked in my bedroom for nearly twenty-three years, my small little world flipped on its head when a deliciously dark stranger slipped in from the night and kicked down my door.

The raven-haired vampire prince known as Vincent Feral had a not so gentle way of telling me my mother and childhood doctor had been feeding me a shitload of lies alongside my thirst suppressant pills—medication they told me was for my weak heart.

Weak heart, my ass.

That was just over a week ago. One week since discovering I am the biological daughter of the late vampire king, Thomas Knight. So why did it feel like a lifetime ago? Was it really just eight days ago that I’d been tucked away on the second floor of an unassuming three-bedroom home in Quincy suburbia? There, my life was filled with nothing but TV, romance novels, and dreams of experiencing literally anything beyond my four pink walls.

Now my life was something I would have only thought possible in a dark and kinky romance novel.

Once I had stopped running from whatever fucked destiny my father’s four sinfully handsome vampire progeny had in store for me, I went in headfirst, understanding shit was bound to get a little freaky. The chance at a normal life had gone out the window when my childhood doctor, a man I thought I’d known, saddled me with the task of selecting a mate for myself among the four princes.

I was getting pretty used to my bat-shit crazy life. Great sex had a way of making all the other annoying bullshit easier to deal with. But it was more than just sex.

I had fallen in love with a millennia-old blind vampire, a twenty-one-year-old baby vampire, and a monster hunter with a thing for knives.

Then there was Vincent Feral, the shape-shifting fae-vampire hybrid who ignited a fire inside me whenever he so much as muttered a word in my direction. He stirred a passion within me that was explosive, corrosive, and dangerously addictive. It scared me to call the toxic chemistry we shared “love,” but when you boiled it down, what else could I call it? I wanted him just as much as I wanted the others. Which made the task of picking just one of them for my mate damn impossible.

I wouldn’t do it.

Call me greedy, call me fucking insane, because I wanted all of them for myself, and I would not apologize or take no for an answer.

I didn’t know how my decision would go over with the council of Elders that governed vampire law, but I had to figure out how to convince them to crown a half-blood as queen with four mates and no king. As much of a whopper of a problem as that whole mess was, tonight produced bigger fish to fry.

Sharpe, my childhood physician, had betrayed us. He’d been the mole working for the Boston Coven after all. After The Warehouse fight, the doctor had kidnapped the injured Eros and used him to lure me to a secluded part of Boston.

Then Vincent showed up, took a fuck-ton of silver bullets to his back to save me, and I spent what felt like an eternity believing he had died to protect me.

Then, to add to the madness and chaos of it all, Sharpe had dropped a truth bomb that I was still reeling from. The woman who housed me—or rather, my jail keeper—wasn’t my mother at all. She was just some random stranger that my father had paid off to keep me stashed away from society, the coven, and the princes.

Especially the princes.

The plot was thickening, and shit was hitting the freaking fan now that we’d fallen into the clutches of the enemy.

At least Vincent and Eros were still alive. For now.

My eyes strained against the white fluorescent lights shining in through the open van doors, trying to make sense of the silhouettes that stood peering down at Eros, Vincent, and me.

“Well, well.” An unfamiliar male voice spoke, his tone derisive. “So, you weren’t lying when you said you captured her alive.” There was an awkward pause as the stranger assessed us as if we were some illegal goods being traded in a back alley off Craigslist. “I thought you said Feral was dead.”

“He’s supposed to be,” Sharpe’s voice answered. “What should we do now, Erik?”

Erik. I’d heard that name before. That was the name of the Boston Coven’s leader.

“Call Dagon Knight. Tell him we’ve got his sister.”

My heart launched into my throat, and it took several beats for me to parse the words. The interior of the van spun, and it was all I could do to keep my breathing steady as two syllables slammed around in my skull like a bell. Sister. Sister. Sister!

I thought I was to the point where nothing could surprise me anymore. Leave it to vampires to keep the plot twists coming.

Not only was my mother a stranger I knew nothing about, but now the evil necromancer trying to steal my throne was my brother? No. Nope. No way. Lies.

I refused to believe any of it.

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