B Nythar

She was raised to kill. Disguised as a boy and carrying nothing but a dead mother’s vow and a dagger that has already tasted blood, Debra Holladz enters the Vampathian War Academy with one purpose, to get close enough to the throne to end the Emperor who ordered her village slaughtered. She is cold, calculating, and an assassin who trusts no one and feels nothing she cannot use. Then the academy notices her. "I want a kiss" she froze. "I'm not gay" he smirked. "Neither am i, pussy". Xander, arrogant, lethal, and far too interested in her, matches her blade for blade and refuses to leave her alone. What begins as open hatred turns into something darker: charged nights, stolen violence, and a hunger that feels too much like need. He wants control, she wants to kill him. "When i get out of this cell, " Rage and hate raw in Debra's eyes, " You're a dead man". Draven watches her with quiet, possessive patience, already deciding she belongs to him. Richard follows too closely, soft where the others are sharp, offering loyalty she never asked for and cannot afford. In Vampathia, every secret has a body count. And the man Debra hates most may already be standing close enough to touch. lg...