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Forced to bind herself to the warlord whose scarred brow and molten amber eyes haunt her nightmares, Princess Seraphina discovers the soulmate mark burned into her skin matches the man she fears most. But as their marriage bed ignites with forbidden desire, she realizes the true threat isn't the enemy at their gates—it's the fire Kaelen Draven stokes within her.
Sera stands frozen in her moonlit chambers, the treaty scroll still warm in her hand, when Kaelen steps from the shadows by her bed, his scarred brow catching the candlelight. He doesn't touch her—not
Sera steps into the cold stone church, the weight of a hundred fearful gazes pressing on her as Kaelen waits at the altar, his scarred brow catching the candlelight. He doesn't watch her approach—he w
Sera stands in the warlord's bedchamber, the door locked behind her, the soulmark blazing against her collarbone as Kaelen circles her, his boots echoing on the stone. He stops behind her, close enoug
Sera wakes in the dark, the soulmark on her collarbone searing like a hot iron, her body already moving before her mind catches up—her hand sliding down her shift, then reaching across the mattress un
Sera's hips buck against his grip, her voice breaking as she cries out, 'Kaelen—please—I beg you—' The words hang in the dark, and Kaelen stills, his eyes flaring with something raw and possessive. He