From Servant to Savior

The alarm shrieked through the silent mansion, a sound I knew better than my own heartbeat. For fifteen years, I had been Dorian Steele' s living, breathing medicine, my blood the only cure for his fatal seizures.

But then, his fiancée, Ainsley, arrived. She was flawless, a vision of cold, stunning beauty, and she looked like she belonged here.

He shoved me away from him, pulling the silk sheets up to cover my worn pajamas as if I were something dirty.

"Kira, clean this mess up. And get out." He dismissed me like a servant, after clinging to me for life just moments before.