The Blood of the Red Queen

They say the secrets of the Red Forest can only be written in blood.

My family’s secrets. My blood.

As a Red priestess, I have to serve—no, worship—our new queen, and the job she’s chosen for me is to break in her new stallion.

Only, the queen’s latest toy isn’t like the others in her harem. He’s just as handsome—beautiful, really, but he doesn’t want to be touched or groomed.

Males do not grow on Red soil.

Nickolas Bloodsinger is the only man I’ve ever known, and I can’t get his green eyes out of my mind.

Am I really expected to stand idly by as the queen breaks everything that makes him human?