Sheltered in the lap of luxury, Mila is eighteen when her world dissolves in flames around her. War. A utopia swallowed in a single night. Orphaned and alone, terrified of being captured, Mila flees the conquerors who have come to claim. To snatch up those gifted few called priestess―Tritan women born with magic in their blood. They are healers. Peacekeepers bound and chained, used as living batteries, they become the fuel that feeds the Caledonian army and creates unstoppable warriors. The elite. Warmongers. Dogs of the state, they are the perfect soldiers―everything a Tritan priestess isn't, wielding power that does not belong to them. But Mila is an enigma. A priestess hidden from her own people, hers is a secret her father died to keep. One Mila will use to fight from the shadows, striking against the empire in any way she can. An army of one, with the power of many... Until she is betrayed. Captured. Sold. To Captain Asher Rawlings. Captor. Villain. Elite. Even without a priestess of his own, Asher's power lashes at her senses. Dark flames lapping at her nape, whispering of untapped potential Mila didn't think possible. Helpless, subject to Asher's every whim, Mila is made to obey his every sordid command. Left with nothing but her secret. That she is a Tritan priestess―the one thing he needs to seize a legendary power that could tip the scales of the war and ensure an everlasting Caledonian rule. Now Mila must navigate a world of villains and political conspiracy, endure anything Asher throws her way, and above all else... never reveal what she is.

Their lives are linked. Mila's power has been stolen. Taken by a villain she can't escape, her secrets all revealed. Held in thrall by an enemy she hates, she is consumed by the man whose mark circles her throat. Her wrists... Her every action subject to the whims of Captain Asher Rawlings. Controlling, jealous and possessive, he means to keep her for his own. To claim her magic and use it to rise within the ranks of the Caledonian army with a powerful priestess chained to his side—but Mila is untrained. Her magic volatile when it should be a soothing balm. And what is dangerous to one, is deadly to the other. A weakness in what should be an unbreakable bond. In a place where even the slightest vulnerability is an open invitation for disaster, their bond is a lure for powerful men to strike without mercy. On her knees but not defeated, Mila must choose. Give in to Asher and embrace her power... Or let them both fall...

Tritan’s last true priestess is gone. Killed in a trap of her own making, Sasha was swallowed by righteous flames that consumed the only mentor Mila might ever know. And with her, the very last one standing between Mila and true annihilation is dead. And now, no one can save Mila from him. Asher holds a power never seen on this side of the veil. He's a better predator. One who will rewrite the laws of nature just to see her every whim satisfied. Her every need met, his obsession tempered by knees bent and bruised in service to his wicked desires. And it was her own fault. All of it. Guilt keeps her marooned on a lonely, forgotten spit of land, guarded by a man who holds all her secrets in a legendary vice of perfect control. He feels everything. Covets every breath and gasp of pleasure as he lets her feast… but only if it's from him. And now, nothing matters. Not her grief or wretched self-loathing. Defeated, her choices reduced to cinders in a smoking wreckage, she has to bend or she will break… … when she was meant to burn…