Taken outside of a park in New Orleans, Cadence now finds herself in the land of Shar, a parallel universe that is home to the demons even hell doesn’t want. The slave trader who kidnapped her starves her and beats her into submission, until the ruler of Shar steps in.
Lars, a vampire known for his cruelty, is drawn to the young captive. For reasons he can’t explain, he wants to protect her and keep her safe. Buying her from the merciless slave trader, he heals her wounds. While he may have her in his bed, he wants much more from her. The vampire has decided he wants her love.
Can Cadence forget she’s nothing more than a slave, forget the rumors of her vampire lover, and give Lars a chance? By opening her heart, can she become the vampire’s redemption?
Lars looked across the crowded hall, examining the latest acquisitions his lesser demons and slave traders had found. He might have lost Alyson to the angel, but he hadn’t given up hope. A commotion in the far corner drew his eye. Standing, he went to investigate.
As he drew closer, he saw a slave trader had stripped one of his slaves and was whipping her repeatedly. Blood dripped from the lacerations on her back and pooled on the cold stone floor.
“You stupid whore! You’ll do as I say!” the man yelled, bringing the whip down again and again.
The woman cowered on the floor, her long hair covering her face.
“What’s going on?” Lars asked standing with his massive arms crossed over his chest.
“This stupid bitch insulted one of my best customers.”
Lars raised a brow. “And you think beating her will change her value?”
The slave trader stopped mid swing. He knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to anger the head vampire and ruler of the area. His business depended on Lars. “Do you want to buy her?”
Lars gazed at the woman on the floor. Her chin lifted and large green eyes stared up at him with tears shimmering in their depths. He felt as if someone had reached into his chest and squeezed his heart. In that moment, he knew he wanted her.
“Yes, I do.”
The slave trader looked surprised, but didn’t argue. He quoted a rather large sum and watched as the vampire pulled out the money. Accepting the marks from Lars, he turned back to his other slaves, the young woman already forgotten.
Lars knelt by her side. “What’s your name?”
“This might hurt, but I’m going to pick you up, Cadence. We’ll go upstairs and get you cleaned up.”
She nodded, sensing the power that radiated from her savior. She’d seen him sitting on the dais and knew he was Lars, the leader of the area, a vampire feared throughout the area. She’d heard of his wicked temper and was even more terrified than she had been of the slave trader. She’d heard the horror stories of what happened to his slaves when they disobeyed him, and knew that he liked taking multiple women to his bed.
When he lifted her into his arms, she winced in pain and bit her lip to keep from crying out. A tear escaped and slipped silently down her cheek. When the droplet hit Lars’s arm, he looked down at her, compassion and worry etched on his face.
“I know it hurts, but I promise it will be better soon.”
Cadence stared up at him in amazement. Is this the same man everyone has spoken of? They made him out to be a monster.
Trying to consolidate the conflicting information she had on the man who now owned her, she rested her head against his chest. Whether she liked it or not, she was now his property to do with as he pleased. She only hoped she survived it.