He saved her from drowning. Now she’s his. Hidden on an island in Lake Superior, Arena escaped the worst of the apocalypse. She’s safe—as long as she doesn’t leave.
But supplies are running out, and it’s her turn to face the mainland… and the infected who roam it.
She wasn’t supposed to fall into the water, and she definitely wasn’t supposed to be saved by something that isn’t human. The dark fey were only rumors—until one claimed her as his own.
He’s possessive. Otherworldly. And now she can’t escape.
Not across the water she fears, not without risking the lives of everyone she left behind, and not from the pull of the creature whose gaze should terrify her… but doesn’t.
When he touches her, she stops wanting to run.
Because the real danger isn’t that he wants her—it’s that she might want him back.
