"Dangerously intimate. Possessive. He's an inch of fixation and a mile of obsession."

His magnetism surpasses his flaws. Claude's true colors explode with kaleidoscopic shards, burning discoloration on her fragile skin like a salacious emblem of ownership.

When his mouth breaks to reveal the sharp points of his teeth, he wants to scare that little girl into obedience.

She—too young, too innocent, too impressionable—smiles like stained porcelain and provocation.

Claude lives with blood on his hands, and Odette walks with carnage in her steps.

The cat-and-mouse game begins with throttling exhilaration and a promise of insatiability.

He's going to kill her with love.