I never cared about men.
Until he lit a fire in me. Leaving me to burn with every step as we journey a treacherous coastline.
A land teeming with enemies.
War looms on the horizon. With every mile we draw closer to safety, we plunge ourselves deeper into danger.
Pirates shadow us from the sea. A prison guard tracks us on land. The Rivean army waits ahead.
And the man walking beside me stirs my siren blood. Every lingering touch, every unspoken word tightens his fiery hold over me.
Kye was never part of my plan, and his simmering-gold eyes prove as perilous as my vows.
But vows and blood exist as two sides of the same coin. And though my vow holds me prisoner, its my siren blood that refuses to let me walk free.
