Sometimes in fairy tales, the heroine falls in love not with the hero, but with the villain.

That was my story. I fell for the man many called the Beast of Boston, Cillian O’Callaghan. I didn’t plan on it, especially after he stole me away from my father and forced me to marry him. But like all good tales, there were twists along the way.

The world saw only a beast when they looked at Cillian, but I knew him as a man with haunting secrets—secrets that only drew me closer to him.

When I looked into those gorgeous gray eyes, they made me want to stay with him forever.

In all fairy tales, though, there’s a price to pay for happily ever after, and I wasn’t sure if blood would be the cost of ours.