On the night Camilla became a vampire, she accidentally killed the queen of Fairy and won her crown. Now she must navigate the treacherous Unseelie Court while figuring out who set the old queen up to die before they strike again, this time at her. CRUEL PRINCE meets HAZEL WOOD.
Camilla stood at the edge of Fairy and watched the old house. In the mortal world, the Victorian sat in the dark, its paint peeling in silence. It had been beautiful once. She could still see balance and grace in the sagging bones. A rose struggling to climb a trellis hinted someone had loved the place in the past, loved it enough to garden. Not now. Now it was an abandoned wreck no one wanted.
Well, no one human.
Take a half-step to the left of reality and Unseelie was throwing a party. Light spilled from broken windows, creatures best not considered ran in and out of the weeds, and music promised you everything if only you’d come a little closer. Camilla took a deep breath and rubbed her palms along the worn fabric of her jeans. She probably reeked of sweat already. Maybe she’d get lucky and the incense the court was burning would cover the smell.
She stepped away, back to the dull, regular world where she could pretend, for one more moment, she wasn’t going to do this. The house was quiet in the mortal realm. No party. No magic. A ‘For Sale’ sign hung on a post, proof that hope sprang eternal for at least one real estate agent. Very eternal. The sign’s colors had been faded by too many days in the sun.
Camilla remembered the sun.
“I don’t think you should go in.”