I only know two things for certain. My name is Roan. The small, pale, trembling human female in my arms is my soulmate. My dunatar. My everything. My mind is chaos. Pain and anger swirl around in a vortex with no memories to make sense of it all, but when Nova's close... all the pain goes away. Her touch, her scent, her taste... it makes everything better. Her crewmates—General Kai and Commander Tyr—don't trust me. Enemies from my past hunt me. But no one is going to come between me and my fated mate. No one. I'll take her from her ship and kill every Dragan who opposes me if I have to. She's mine.