With a name like mine, it's no wonder people fear me.
I am the seductress, the maneater, the femme fatale.
Labels I wear with pride.
Women call me the protector while men curse my very existence.
But when three Russian princes blow into my town, everything changes.
They think I'm weak and incapable, they're about to find out just how wrong they are.
But the more time I spend with them, the more I want them.
I crave them the same way I crave their blood on my blade.
Two birds, one stone.
It's easy enough to lure them in.
But I never expected to feel something for the three brothers.
Suddenly, I don't know if I'm fighting to escape or fighting to stay.