At almost thirty, painter Briella Everett is finally getting the chance to spread her wings away from her overprotective parents. She has fun new friends and the promise of a showing at a small New Orleans art gallery. The fact she can listen in on other people’s thoughts and has the occasional, freakily accurate premonition is the little secret that inspires her work. Syn Terravon is content with his vagabond life, never staying in one place too long. It’s a good way to forget about the horror that drove Syn and his fellow Firestorm dragons from their homeland three decades ago. He’s ready to leave the Big Easy when he spots her. His lifemate. And she’s in danger. Briella is more annoyed than afraid when a tall, dark and dangerously attractive man with flames—actual flames—in his eyes accosts her outside her apartment. Yeah, sure he’s there to protect her. She’s shocked to learn the safe life she enjoys is nothing more than an illusion. For a woman to whom hard-won independence is sacred, putting her faith in a chivalrous stranger might just be riskiest challenge she’s ever taken on.