One monster wants my spirit. One man wants my magic. Me? I want to be left alone to live my entire life out like a boring, among the lucky individuals who had been born devoid of magic. But that won’t happen because getting blessed a Wyrd Bloodstream provides me two choices in lifestyle: ruler or slave.

I’d rather die than be considered a slave and I’m not lower out to guideline. Instead I’ve been hiding out in the Valley. Existence is pretty good right here, with food in my stomach and a warm bed to rest. EASILY didn’t get harassed continuously by Ryker, the man who wants my magic, it might be sufficient to lull me into considering life could continue on like this forever.

Until I get yourself a message from Bones, the monster who owns my soul .

Contains mature themes.