Lying half-conscious, I heard the Vampire Prince whisper to the witch doctor. The Blood Moon Embrace wasn't a gift of eternity. It was a soul-stripping ritual to drain my pure essence and stitch my soul into his dying first love. "This is her destiny as a vessel," he said coldly, gently wiping blood from my lips. I will mix extreme holy water with my blood to sabotage his deceptive runes, irreversibly defecting to the Holy Church. The price is absolute: enduring the bone-eroding agony of holy water burning away our blood pact, and forever abandoning my ordinary human life to become a cold killing machine. As the scarlet moonlight descends and he tenderly leads me to the altar, he believes my soul is his to take. When the array activates, who will truly turn to ash?