At the Bride Market, I chose the Raven King—cold, courteous, impossible to read. The kind of male who wouldn’t ask why his new bride never eats. Why mirrors shatter when she lingers. Why her skin stays ice-cold, no matter how many furs he drapes over her. He believes I picked him for protection. His clan thinks I’m a fragile human who doesn’t belong in their dark fortress. But the ravens know better. They bow when I pass. They bring me offerings. And when their king’s mouth claims mine, I swear I can feel warmth flood through me… if only for a moment. Now my husband is watching too closely. Asking questions I can’t answer. Why does his mother’s ancient pet curl into my lap and purr? Why does he look at me like I’m a treasure instead of something cursed? He says his kind believe death is only another beginning. And when he touches me, I start to believe it too—because with every kiss, every stolen breath, I’m falling for the one male who might destroy me…