Shakhar magics are cold to the touch; their looks enchant; their kisses burn; love is poisonous. I am Alisha Ross, a city witch. I have no titles and no land. But one morning I found an order in my mailbox to appear at the castle of the Lord Chancellor. And now they’re sending me to a selection of brides. Maybe this is a mistake? No. Because it seems the witch is exactly what the rulers of Shakhar need. And now I have a difficult struggle ahead: to keep my heart from yielding to the most captivating gaze in the world. For behind it lies a secret capable of killing. And no one hears what I hear—just a quiet rustle in the night and a chilling, blood-freezing hiss behind each of the chosen…