Kingsly hated being a royal heir. Even more so, she despised being blatantly disregarded until her mate was discovered, like she needed a male to tell her what was what. Please. Not trusting fate to decided who her male would be, Kingsly chose her own. When her chosen one, a best friend she’d had her entire life, was snatched from her grip by warrior dragons, Kingsly was forced to barter for safe passage to find and rescue him. On her path she landed in the grips of a savage. Clain Drakon. Kingsly may not believe in love at first sight, but she sure as hell believed in lust at first sight. Clain Drakon was the definition of drenching desire. He fired every emotion she had to life, including her rage. In the mix of her twisted emotions, a constant question plagued her when she was in his presence—was this more than lust? Whatever the answer may be, it was buried under broken promises, ancient lore, and a span of time that would test any heart, no matter how stubborn, deathly, royal, or mysterious it may be.