The Vasiliev name is a powerful one. We rule with an iron fist and we do it well. Being the eldest, I am Father’s best hope at keeping us at the top of the food chain. Everything I do has purpose. Everything I do has reason. Until her. I play my games thinking several moves ahead. Power. Power. Power. Until her. The next move requires I marry and soon. This will strengthen us and secure our position. But I am not to marry her. I am to wed the eldest Volkov. Problem is, her younger sister is the one who awakens my dead heart. It is her I want in my bed and by my side forever. Her. Her. Her. In this game, though, it’s not about what I want. But maybe it can be about what she wants. I am Vlad. Vile. Vicious. Villainous. Vasiliev. And I will win eventually.