There was one in each generation. Destined to leave their home, their coven, their way of life. To fulfill the age-old treaty with the demons. A Sacrifice. We spoke of their fates in hushed whispers around open fires like ghost stories, conjuring tales, each more horrifying than the last. I never thought I would become her. The Sacrifice. Ripped from everything I had known, thrown into a dark and uncertain world, my life in the hands of its purest evil. Nothing could have prepared me for the truth. Or the growing warmth I felt toward one of my captors. But the questions remained: What did they want from me? What would happen to me once they took it? What price was I willing to pay? And what would I willing to sacrifice to hold onto a love I never saw coming?