Eighteen-year-old Ruelle Belmont has learned to be useful and grateful, because in her family love is given only to those who earn it. When her father’s debts grow beyond saving, she is sent to Sexton, a prestigious vampire institution that accepts one human from every household.

But Sexton is no place for a human.

Inside its halls, humans are not students. They are Groundlings, valued for their blood and how easily they can be broken. Favour is currency and cruelty is entertainment. And failure means being sold.

Ruelle soon discovers that the cold and dangerous pureblood she once crossed paths with is here as well. Worse, she is forced to share a room with him when she is hunted by a couple of vampiresses. 

Lucian Slater watches her too closely for a man who claims to despise humans. Yet when Sexton’s predators begin to circle, he is the one who steps in to help her.

And for the first time in her life, Ruelle is learning something she was never meant to believe. That she may be worth wanting.

And in Sexton, being wanted is the most dangerous thing of all.

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The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.

"You shouldn't be here," Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.

"Shouldn't I?" His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.

"I haven’t seen you for the last two days," his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. "Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?"

Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, "I don't belong to anyone.”

"A bold claim," he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. "Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch."

His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. "Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?"

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Ruelle watched as Lucian drew her leg closer and rested her heel against his knee. His fingers worked the buckle loose before he slid the shoe carefully from her foot.


The seriousness on Lucian's face had none of the temper he had carried back in the den. The darkness in his eyes that had worried her was gone, replaced now with quiet patience. 


Lucian set her foot back on the floor. Then, without looking up, his hand reached for the other.


The firelight from the hearth flickered across his features as he worked, the warm glow catching in the dark strands of his hair and along the sharp line of his jaw. His movements were precise and unhurried, as though the small task before him required all of his attention.


Something about the quiet care of it squeezed painfully at her heart.


Chapter 133 - A Moment Too Close