She crash-lands into a warlord’s fortress. He thinks she’s his new concubine. She just wants to survive the week.
SUKI:
All I wanted was to drop off my package and collect my credits. Instead, my piece-of-junk ship crashes near a notorious warlord’s fortress, and his guards drag me inside thinking I’m some kind of “gift.” Now I’m stuck playing dress-up in barely-there robes while everyone assumes I’m here to seduce the terrifyingly gorgeous First Blade. Problem is, the longer I’m his “guest,” the more I realize the greatest danger isn’t his wrath—it’s how he makes my pulse race when he looks at me like I’m something precious instead of disposable.
HENROK:
The human courier is meant to be returned immediately. She is chaos incarnate—defiant, sarcastic, utterly unsuitable for my ordered existence. Yet when she smiles, something long-dead stirs within me. When she fixes broken things with gentle hands, I begin to wonder if even I might be salvageable. But she was sent here as bait in a deadly game, and keeping her close may destroy us both.