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On our wedding night, my husband contemptuously warned me that I was merely a bride in name and should never expect his touch. I nodded meekly but then spent a passionate night with my personal, muscular werewolf knight. My goal was clear: use his influence to track down the enemy who had destroyed my family years ago and bring him down with the old world. I believed we had entered a mutually beneficial arrangement. But when he saw the shadow slipping from the darkness each night to kiss my toes, and later caught me entwined with a so-called holy bishop who was really a demon in disguise, his blood-red eyes, usually filled with contempt for women, blazed with fury. He pinned me to the throne, his voice hoarse and raging. "Elsie, how many men do you have?" I laughed. My dear husband, did you finally realize that you were the final prey about to be claimed in this hunting game?