Blood Price

They wanted blood for the man who died on that road.

My family paid them a girl instead.

Me. Unmarried, walked across the gravel into the enemy's house by Sunday, and my own cousin got to pick which one of us it would be.

I have been priced my whole life. I can read the cost of every coat in a room before I say good evening. I was raised to be worth a fortune on the day my family needed one.

A fine for a corpse is the lowest figure anybody has ever put on me.

Killian Brennan is the one who takes my hand to receive me.

Twenty-three. He runs that house. He knows every man's mother and asks after her by name, and he has never once raised his voice.

He is also the most violent man on this headland, and he does it with his hands.

There is no lock on my door. He does not need one. There is one road off this cliff and it is watched at both ends, and if I walk down it the debt is void, the war comes back, and every person at that table dies for it.

So I stay. And I start building a price of my own, a number that will finally say what I am worth.

Then a man in the back passage takes too long to step aside, and says my surname.

Killian does not raise his voice over that either. He finishes his supper afterward and asks the boy across from him about his mother.

He wanted me before any of this. He has never said so.

I was never trying to get free. I was trying to be expensive.

So why is the one man who got me for nothing the only one who has never named my price?

Blood Price is a dark college mafia romance with a debt settled in a girl and a warm-spoken house president who kills with his hands. Given away to settle a debt. He killed for her. Touch her and die. Enemy houses. Forced marriage. He falls first. Possessive obsessive hero. Virgin heroine. Dark academia. Cairnwood Elite, Book 3. Dual POV. HEA guaranteed. 18+.