Lucian: I am a Dragon Prince of the home of Smoke . and I am dying.

500 years is actually enough for a man like me. A monster. Yet a ten-thousand-year treaty will expire with me, easily don’t spawn a dragonling to take my place. My two brothers are no use in this. It falls to me, the eldest by a hair’s breadth, yet, I cannot face the horror of another sealing. Another loss of life. Another woman’s bloodstream on my hands.

Arabella: I had been saved from loss of life in a dark Seattle alley by an impossibly beautiful guy who have swooped in on golden wings. Right now he’s used me to his lair, opened up my eyes to a world of immortals I didn’t understand existed, and provided me an impossible task-find him a partner. Then, in support of after that, will he arranged me free.

He requirements her more than he wants; she wants him a lot more than she should; and the destiny of both mortal and immortal worlds depends upon not just restoring their hearts, but getting a love that’s true . . .