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Never underestimate a Fae princess in pink.

It started out as a dare. Get the name and number of the cute guy at the club. I don't back down from dares . . . and I definitely don't cower for vampires.

Turns out cute guy is undead guy with terrible taste in she-vamps. The vixen tries to steal his clan's magic cup, excuse me, I mean Eternal Chalice. But I intervene.

Instead of a thank you, the guy's imposing older brother attempts to compel me into forgetting everything that went down. I don't think so. Guess they've never met an elf-Fae before. Fabian is the no-nonsense, commanding head of his clan. He thinks it's his duty to keep me safe.

A rival clan is after the chalice and now they want me, too. Apparently, my elven Fae blood is like an aphrodisiac to them.

My newfound friends need me more than they realize. Mr. Moody Broody definitely needs more sparkle in his life. Me? I should really keep away from crazed bloodsuckers who want to drain me dry.