It was the scent of blood― a lot of it―that caught Vicente’s attention as his dragon soared over the snow covered field. And if he didn’t do something about it and fast, the poor woman would bleed out. He couldn’t let that happen Abby Curry’s strength was gone. She had given up hope that she’d be found by someone that could help her. The blood trail she’d left was easy enough to follow. The three men that hunted her would finish her off if she wasn’t dead already before they got there. Vicente caught her before she could hit the ground―there was something about her―he didn’t even know what she looked like she was beaten so badly, but he had to save her if he could…. But when he heard her name, his blood ran cold…it couldn’t be her…it couldn’t. He’d left her five years before…standing at the altar…. Now what was he going to do?