Royally Bitten

Blood Day--the culmination of my training. The day I find out my fate. I will not cry. I will not beg. I will remain calm. Emotions are for the weak, and I am not weak. My name is Rae and I will survive this. But I never expected to call my name... Someone wants to frame me for immortal insanity? Be my guest, darling. I'll just pick a fighter as my bait, a consort with a hint of defiance. And when the culprit attempts to bite, I'll be the one who bites back. Because no one touches what's mine, including the fiery redhead at my side. **** Oh, no. This wasn't good. I couldn't afford for Kylan to be interested, not with immortality dancing at my fingertips. , I thought. But how did I convey that? My jaw clenched in frustration, not knowing how to stop this--him. His grip on my chin tightened painfully, his growl vibrating my chest. It took me too long to realize why, to realize what I'd done. His tongue was trapped between my teeth. I'd just bitten him. I'd just bitten a royal vampire. And not just any royal vampire, but Kylan, the oldest royal in existence.