On my very normal twentieth birthday, the king’s enforcers try to arrest me for necromancy.
One of them helps me escape then collapses at my feet, badly wounded and beautifully naked, but unable to shift.
This mountain of a fae is an immortal dragonshifter, and he’s vowed to kill me if I turn evil.
Are the darkthings that whisper to me from the shadows evil?
Was my attempted healing that? I tried something to help him. I changed something inside him.
Despite the vow and his arrogance, one reckless kiss pulls me into his embrace.
The kingdom is in turmoil, and our desires and growing fascination with each other teeter dangerously on the edge of the unknown.
I can guess his secrets, but he doesn’t know mine.
When the king plays his cruelest card, only one option remains.
Learn necromancy or die.
