You know that feeling when, in a single day, the rug is pulled violently out from beneath your feet?
That would be a massive understatement of what Aliana was feeling right now.
In a single evening, her entire reality had shifted when her parents dropped a bombshell about the dark history of the Vanderbilt family. She was barely able to grapple with the fact that her family had been involved with a cult, and that every generation had been paying a heavy price with their blood just to exist because of her ancestors' choices.
On top of that, she had just discovered that her own husband, the man she married, shared a home with, and slept beside every single night, was the very entity her family had been worshipping and paying that blood price to.
If that wasn't enough to shake a person, it was the fact that he was not just some demon she had read about in that book only yesterday.
