For twelve years I killed virliats. I hated them. I was afraid.
And then I caught him.
Daymon Arden. Killer. Predator. Brother of the one who burned my village.
I’m taking him to his death. And somewhere along the way I start feeling him—every emotion. Every scar. Every look that makes skin burn.
— You could have run away, — I whisper. — Why did you stay?
— Because you’re freezing. And I’m burning.
I betrayed everything I believed in. I fell in love with the one I was supposed to hate.
And the worst part?
He looks at me as if I’m the whole world we’re about to destroy.