The Dark Elf's Sacrifice

She was supposed to be a sacrifice.
Now I’d rather burn the world than let her go.

I buy her because the Serpent demands blood.
Not innocence. Not softness. Terror.
But when I bind her to my altar, she doesn’t scream.
She looks me in the eye — and silences the god in my head.
Without pain, I’m nothing. Without magic, I’m prey.

And yet I kneel for her. I starve for her. I beg to keep her close.

Because when I lose her, the screaming comes back.
The priests say she’s a Purna. A soul-breaker.
They order me to carve out her heart.
But I’ve already carved her name into mine.

I won’t sacrifice her.
I’ll sacrifice everything else.

Read on for monster mates, sacrificial altars, chaos magic withdrawal, and a dark elf warlord who kneels to no one—except the girl he was supposed to destroy. HEA Guaranteed!