He worshipped her body like a
prayer and vanished before dawn. Five years later, she still burns for
him—and so does their daughter.
He left while my skin was still warm from his hands. His mouth everywhere, nothing had ever felt so right. By morning—a note, an empty bed, and a pregnancy no human doctor could explain.
Five
years alone with Lily and a hollow ache that never left. No one could
tell me why my daughter's eyes glow gold or why fire sparks from her
tiny hands.
Then the truth found me. Dragons are
real. Dravyn is a dragon lord. And something ancient — something that
has hunted his kind for centuries — has set its eyes on my daughter.
Now
I'm locked inside his stronghold, one wall away from the man who
destroyed me, hating that my body still remembers every single thing he
felt like.
