Fae aren't even supposed to exist; so why is Lena suddenly the slave of a unbearably gorgeous, cold and unyielding creature who can't possibly be human? Betrayed and tossed aside, she has a choice between risking her fortune with the rest of the humans picked to become the king's servant, or let this thing who wants her on her knees take her.

Well, better the devil you sort of know...

When his father demanded they march south to claim their tithe of five hundred humans, Dryan believed the old man had finally lost his mind. Why would they need to go to war for mere mortal slaves when they're easily plucked from unsuspecting villages? But now he has a princess sleeping on his rug with his dogs, and he can admit he sees the appeal.

But claiming a mortal comes with many dangers. To her, and to his sanity.