All Anya ever wanted was to be the Prima Ballerina of the Royal Ballet. So when a creature from the dark promises her everything her heart desires, she is helpless to refuse. But what price will the monster demand? And what price is she willing to pay?
There was a dark sort of affection in the creature’s tone. Anya slowly reached out toward the demon’s face. Razor-sharp teeth harmlessly grazed her fingertips, as the tentacles slipped over the hem of her skirt and pulled it down her thighs. She felt hot, leathery skin under her fingers for a brief moment before tentacles seized her wrists.
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