He still owned me. The matter of my freedom has not yet been addressed, and I won’t demand it in fear that he might give it to me. I’m no longer an unwilling prisoner, but rather an eager participant. His touch makes me come alive with wicked delight, and I’ve given up fighting it. My life changed indefinitely. Pleasure and decadent sins of lust invaded both my body and mind. But death and grief also infiltrated my soul, and now the image of my father’s lifeless body haunts me, filling my nights with dreams of revenge and the bitter red of blood. We can’t change the past, but our future is still undecided. The tables have turned. A strong family now stands divided, and now it’s war. The war of brothers. The war of blood. Castello made it clear that he would fight this war with me as his queen, and that’s what I intended to be. His queen. **Please be aware that this novel contains scenes of violence, and sexual situations that may be triggers, and make some readers uncomfortable. For some readers there may be scenes that are just downright disturbing. But you’ve been warned.**