Whoever catches my wife has the right to do anything they want with her!
Those words knocked the soul out of me.
I never thought my husband would throw me to his guests for their entertainment and amusement—while showing mercy to a poor captive I released from his dungeon.
I would have died in that winter forest
if not for him.
A mysterious killer. A dragon.
He decided that from this moment I belong to him.
In his castle there is no light—only flame, ash, and an ancient treasure vault, where every coin was bought with someone else’s pain.
He is cruel.
He is obsessed.
He wants not only my body—he wants my soul to cry out his name, even when the world collapses.
But I still don’t know what gift that mysterious captive left for me, barely touching my chest.
And what am I supposed to do with this rare gift? Let my husband bite his elbows! After all, he himself, with his own hands, threw away what he’d been wanting to get. What an irony of fate!
And now I need to somehow come to an agreement with my conscience—which is against the idea of me wanting my abductor.