He’s the orc I robbed. I’m the mate he’s been searching for.
Neither of us is thrilled about it.
Tessa: I have a bad habit of breaking into places I shouldn’t. Like the room of an orc warrior I spotted in the streets. I need information to find my missing friend—he has gold and secrets. So I took both.
Arlon is everything I like to avoid—honorable, persistent, dangerously kind. I certainly didn’t expect him to hunt me down…or to claim I’m his fated mate.
She says this is just a partnership. I say she’s mine.
Arlon: I’ve spent years searching for my mate, and the one time I let my guard down, she steals from me. She’s clever, chaotic, and absolutely mine.
Now I just have to convince her of that…while protecting her from the gang she pissed off and helping her find her friend. The closer we get to the truth, the closer we tread to enemy territory—and the Stonefrost Clan doesn’t take kindly to trespassers.
