After three hundred years of love, he plunged a silver knife into my heart with his own hands.
"Your blood will grant the Night family eternal power."
When I opened my eyes again, I was back seven days before the Blood Moon.
The sacrificial brand on my neck was still burning hot, and my mother's necklace still rested against my chest.
He gave me a dress, and I accepted it with a smile. He said he loved me, and I nodded.
He thought I was still his sweet, obedient fiancée.
But he didn't know.
The half-blood part was a lie. I truly was the Daughter of the Blood Moon.
My gentleness was an act. Rallying the half-bloods, investigating my mother's death, and laying a trap to strike back were all real.
His childhood sweetheart of an aunt wants to steal the power of the Blood Moon?
His family raised me as a sacrifice for three hundred years?
When the Blood Moon rises, the one kneeling at the altar...
won't be me anymore.
(The heroine is clear-headed and focused on building her own future. The man gets put through the wringer, not the woman. Darian's regret and pursuit of her run throughout the story. Pure-bloods and half-bloods have been bitter enemies for a thousand years. The ending brings reconciliation and a happy ending.)
