One claiming mark on her throat, another at her shoulder, Brenya Perin stands amidst the soft breeze above the glittering city ruled by her mate.
And trembles.
She’d tried to run from her fate.
And failed.
Punishment came in the mania of her mate’s obsession, in the Commodore’s constant need for her.
In what he did to her.
Twisting a pair-bond meant for two, chaining a third—a dangerous adversary with the power to destroy and desecrate her city.
Ambassador Jules Havel has committed atrocities beyond imagining, and now that she is bonded to her mate’s enigmatic prisoner, only Brenya grasps that nothing will contain the foreigner from claiming revenge against his deceitful host.
Revenge against the Commodore who thought to chain him.
Revenge against her people for existing in a Dome ruled by a despot.
Revenge against her for tempting his attentions, even if it was unintentionally done.
So she stands in the wind, aware that all who live under the Dome will suffer if she cannot supplicate the soulless monster calling to her from below. Unsure how to please him.
