Indrie has spent five years keeping a dying king alive, and all it’s earned him is bruises
So when Rengaran barbarians storm the castle and Indrie is handed over to their king as a parting gift, he doesn’t fight it.
He clutches his healer’s satchel to his chest and braces himself for a new kind of cruelty. King Eskil is, by every measure, the most dangerous man Indrie has ever met.
He’s also the first person who has ever helped Indrie to his feet instead of putting him on the floor.
But when a stolen aphrodisiac fruit from the pilfered stores leaves the king burning with a deadly fever only Indrie can break, the careful distance between them shatters in a single passionate night, and with it, a bond neither of them want to undo.
