I’m a survivor. I’ve never let myself be helpless. Except when it comes to the prince of snakes. On Protheka, your freedom can be snatched at a moment’s notice. When I’m ripped from the alleys of Liiandor, I think my miserable life is going to turn into pure hell once I’m sold to the snakes of Nagaland. I never expected it would be my salvation. Who knew a naga prince could be so gentle? Nashaer has given me a life I could only imagine. Food. Freedom. Safety. Even love. I have no way to repay him. But there's only one thing he wants. Something so bruised and battered I don’t know why he’d even accept it if I gave it. My heart.