Three serpents hunt me. A prince of cold gold. A general of blood and fire. A mystic who sees my soul like a prophecy written in flesh. They drag me into their court, leash me, display me like prey. I’m nothing but a human pet—ripe for their obsession, marked for their hunger. But the venom they crave isn’t just in my veins. It’s in my defiancé. It’s in the way I look back at them and refuse to break. And now? They don’t just want to own me. They want to claim me. All three. My cage is velvet. My leash is jeweled. And every step pulls me deeper into the coils of monsters who whisper one I am the heart of their prophecy. Or I am the sacrifice that burns it down. Read on for venom-drenched obsession, monsters who bite, a heroine who refuses to kneel, and three naga kings who will tear their kingdom apart for one human heart. HEA Guaranteed!