I freed him from imprisonment, only to become his pawn.
I, Shandria Langston, last remaining daughter of the leader of the Sunan, was charged with an impossible task. I had to rescue Kraggon Dragmor--sworn enemy of my people--from the death chamber. If I refused, our world as we know it would be destroyed.
Oh, but was he happy with my sacrifice? No. Instead of being properly appreciative of this selfless act, of being grateful that I tended to him through a deathly illness, the bastard's kidnapped me. I'm "a symbol of retribution for his people." The man has no heart.
I have only one advantage in captivity: I can read Kraggon's thoughts. I know that he can't afford to admit that I empathize with his people. He can't afford to admit that I am more beautiful than any woman he's ever seen, or allow me to fire his blood with every look...and he can't afford to admit that he'll do anything to save me, that I've become his heart.
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After fleeing Annwyn three centuries ago, Ella built a life in the mortal world making gowns for European royalty and playing in mortal intrigues. Now those Courts are long gone, and she dresses Hollywood starlets. Mortals come and go, and she is always alone. She longs for the home she left behind.
He has been dreaming of the coming battle all his life…
Isaac Norton is a returned soldier. Now home, he is restless, and his reoccurring dream is becoming more frequent: he is fighting in a snow covered field stained with blue blood. When he sees Ella, he knows she isn’t human. And she knows what he is: a changeling.
Ella can give Isaac the answers he needs, but there will be a price to pay. His soul.