She took her sister's place in the Blood Harvest. Now the vampire prince who claimed her will either save her or destroy her.
Every ten years, the Vale of Ember gives thirteen mortals to the vampires of Nocthera. They are taken across the Ashwood to the black-glass city of Vel'Morath. At the Blood Moon, their blood is poured into the Crimson Crown, the cursed relic that keeps the vampire king immortal.
When her little sister's name is drawn, village healer Seren Ashby steps forward and takes her place.
She expects to die. She doesn't expect Prince Alaric Dravenmoor, the feared Reaper of the Harvest, to claim her as his own. He is cold and ruthless, and he's two hundred years old. His compulsion slides right off her. And from the moment he breathes in the scent of her blood, he looks at her like she's the most dangerous thing he's ever seen.
Because Seren isn't an ordinary mortal. Her blood carries a light the vampire court believed was destroyed six hundred years ago. That light could heal the rot devouring the immortals, break the Crimson Crown, and end the Harvest forever.
Or it could make a tyrant into a god.
With a sadistic king hunting her and a jealous crown prince plotting murder, Seren must survive a court of beautiful monsters. She must also survive the forbidden pull toward the vampire who stole her from everything she loved. But the Reaper has secrets darker than the Crown itself. By the time the Blood Moon rises, Seren will have to decide whether the man she's falling for is her salvation, or the one who planned her sacrifice all along.