Ilara needs to prove she’s the princess of Origins. Most of all, she needs to prove it to herself. Ilara’s used to following her instincts. They’ve just never before led her through a portal in a lightning storm. To another planet. Straight into the arms of a stranger. This stranger thinks he knows her—in every possible way across every part of her body. She swears she’s never seen him before, but her body responds as if she knows him too. Her father’s supposed to be an auto plant manager, not a king of a planet. She’s a storm chaser, not a warrior princess in skimpy clothing. There shouldn’t be two suns and a purple moon. But there are, and Tanus is too familiar. Besides, where would she go without Tanus when she doesn’t know the way back to earth? And there’s the little problem of people out to kill her and take over the rule of O. Princess or not, they’re coming for her. But only if she doesn’t get to them first.