He’s my enemy…but also my secret desire. I’m his possession…but also his tempting fruit. Imagine being the wedding present to the naga prince. Given to Prince Zalith as a token toy by his betrothed. She never expected the prince to stare so long at me as I kneeled before him. Now she craves my death. I only live because Zalith is intrigued by his new toy. He wants to use me? And leave me full with his eggs? I’ll let him do it all. As long as he chooses which of us he wants. The woman he was arranged to marry... Or the one he owns heart and soul?