A geas worked into my marriage contract burns any man who touches me with desire, and the same fire takes me.
Aelindor, Nikolai, and Caspian each try anyway, and every attempt ends with both of us screaming, so none of the four men I would bleed for can hold me, nor can four princes willing to raze the continent break a blood contract.
We still draw the Collector into the fortress; he crosses the gate with a smile, carrying the contract sealed in my infant blood that already gives me to him, and his death would be mine.
An Oracle’s severed head whispers through the glass that only my father’s bloodline can undo it, so Drakken enters Hell with me and demon law names the price.
I must truly mate him before the entire court, climax and all, because anything feigned leaves the geas in place and me the Collector’s forever.
