Welcome to the Veil lands, where monsters are the only ones who can save you. Kielyne: I was a medic who didn't care whose blood she was stopping. Then the Orc Captain chained me to his wrist. I should run from the monster who claims me. But he's the only thing standing between me and the executioner's blade. Now I'm deep in enemy territory, bound to a warlord with hands built for destruction. His voice is gravel and command. His eyes track me like prey. He thinks he's my protector. But I'm the one holding his soul in place. Blorjorn: I've spent a century being nothing but a war machine. Then a human healer knelt in orc blood to save my brother. She challenges my orders. But she talks to me like I'm a man, not a monster. Blood magic is tracking her. A general wants her head. I bound her to my life to keep her hidden. She is my prisoner. My responsibility. The debt was supposed to be simple. Now I'm the one who finally has something to lose.