Synopsis
She'd been cast off by the crown prince, which meant she was finally free to chart her own path. [Hello.] She'd accidentally awakened the thing—no, him. [My name is Nathaniel.] He spoke those words. [They call me 'The End' around here.] A handsome man, cold as a winter lord, grinned with boredom and self-satisfaction. * * * "Let me go." Nathaniel offered his hand, but Kyrie turned it down. Yet his pale fingers, with their sharp knuckles, moved slow and gentle against her ears and jaw. [Don't even think about it. Unless you want rope around your wrists.] She didn't…
