On our first wedding night, I realized that the man I love is the very same maniac who kept me in captivity.
I recognized him at once — by the scar, by the touch, by the breath with a hint of mint and metal that whispered to me in the dark while I was his prisoner.
Now he is Duke Lotar Lanteri. My lawful husband. The one I said “yes” to, glowing with happiness and unaware of the truth.
He insists it wasn’t him. That his dragon broke free. That the medallion on his chest keeps at bay the beast obsessed with possessing me.
But I remember everything.
The icy chill of shackles. The silk blindfold over my eyes. His hands — gentle and frightening at the same time. And that treacherous response of my body, which I am still ashamed of.
Now I am in his lair. By law. Forever.
He will not allow a divorce. He will not let me go. He says he wants to make amends. That the dragon chose me as his true mate.
And I… I have just deprived him of sight. By accident. With an ancient amulet that was supposed to protect me.