Life almost never offers a chance to start over. And if fate still throws me a second chance, I’m not going to waste it in servile frenzy—scrubbing cauldrons and hoping no one finds out who I really am.
To most, I’m a filthy slave with a disfigured face. To a few, I’m the daughter of a murdered leader who must be hidden. To myself, I’m a woman who has nothing left to lose.
I’ll find those who dare to stake everything on it. I’ll take the tuat from the murderer. And on my path, a man will appear—someone who came as an enemy: hard, dangerous, and incapable of pity.
Trusting him is madness. Falling in love is even scarier. But did anything like that ever stop me?