Revenge may be cold, but vengeance burns white-hot.
Cold was not Kamdyn's style. Never had been. Never would be. She was the daughter of Evan McGregor, heiress to the Power and Magic of a hundred centuries of unstoppable Witches, and no one, not even a cold-hearted, thieving murderer, was going to take it from her. She would watch him burn and leave his ashes for the Elements.
If it hadn't been for that blasted Dragon...

Be careful what you wish for.
Wishes and dreams were for other people. Callum learned at a young age to make the most of the hand he'd been dealt. Life was tough, but he was tougher. As the son of one of the most revered Guardsmen of all time, he would take what he wanted and make no apologies.
Go down with your sword in your hand and no regrets in your heart was the O'Shea family motto, but this Dragon had no intentions of going down with regrets... well, they just weren't his style. Come to think of it, neither was being careful.
If it hadn't been for that infernal Witch...

Secrets revealed, rising passions, and an enemy they never saw coming force this couple to accept their Destiny and fight side-by-side to save all they hold dear.
Will it be enough? Will they be in time? Will this be the first time Fate will be denied?

This Dragon may be down, but he's definitely not out - or is he?