Klappentext

Rayven Kidnapped. Collared. Trapped. I slink through shadows and steal from the deceased. It's my passion, until I steal from Death himself... Then it becomes my curse. I'm a prisoner in the realm of the dead, at the mercy of the beast who calls this labyrinthian castle home. The walls are alive, with shifting corridors and eyes that follow me everywhere. He's given me three days to escape. Then I become his property forever. But what happens-after everything-if I don't want to escape his cruel love at all? Belial I will break her. I will take her. I will make her mine. My little thief will pay for what she stole...In blood. In fear. In sweat and tears. I'll own every drop of her, brand my name upon her bones. I'll carve my obsession into her soul. She thinks she can escape me. She'll soon discover she's already mine. My new queen will look so pretty with a crown upon her head, and my lap for her throne. I am death incarnate. I am the Lord of Bones. And I am hers.