He's a shadow-scaled dragon warlord. I'm his cure. I'd rather be his executioner.
They took me from Earth and threw me into the Veridian Pit—a toxic alien mine where hope dies faster than oxygen. I'm a mechanic, not a martyr, and I've built my own way out.
Then my escape goes up in smoke when I awaken him.
Kyro. The Sarkarnii warden of this hell. Seven feet of obsidian scales, molten gold eyes—and a voice that sounds like sin wrapped in thunder. The moment I release him, he doesn't just breathe fire. He claims me.
He says I'm his Aethel. His fated mate. His life-force.
That I'm the light that can save him from the poison that's killing him.
But I didn't survive Earth's lies to be owned by another. If this scarred, possessive alien thinks he can cage me with fate and dominance, he's about to learn how hard a human woman can fight back.
He needs my light to live.
But if he tries to claim me, he just might burn us both alive.
