As a human on Protheka, I have three uses. Laborer. Bedsport. Entertainment. …and I’ve just outlived all of them. I’m too defiant to please my male customers. With a broken body and unyielding spirit, the dark elves are ready to rid themselves of me. But just before my miserable existence is ended, a dark elf named Etheron takes me as a servant for his house. Am I saved? Or have I been doomed to a new form of torment? A new toy for my master to break. No. Etheron has got a secret. He likes my fire when no dark elf should tolerate it. Many call the him mad, and maybe he is. But there’s only one thing that tames that bloodlust. Me. I’m the only one that doesn’t fear him. My mate may be dangerous, but he’s no danger to me. I’m different from the rest. Why? Because I’m his.