She crash-lands into a warlords fortress. He thinks shes his new concubine. She just wants to survive the week.
SUKI:
All I wanted was to drop off my package and collect my credits. Instead, my piece-of-junk ship crashes near a notorious warlords fortress, and his guards drag me inside thinking Im some kind of gift. Now Im stuck playing dress-up in barely-there robes while everyone assumes Im here to seduce the terrifyingly gorgeous First Blade. Problem is, the longer Im his guest, the more I realize the greatest danger isnt his wrath—its how he makes my pulse race when he looks at me like Im something precious instead of disposable.
HENROK:
The human courier is meant to be returned immediately. She is chaos incarnate—defiant, sarcastic, utterly unsuitable for my ordered existence. Yet when she smiles, something long-dead stirs within me. When she fixes broken things with gentle hands, I begin to wonder if even I might be salvageable. But she was sent here as bait in a deadly game, and keeping her close may destroy us both.
