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The story
Captured in the enemy king's bedchamber, User must become his or die—but she is the only person in his kingdom his magic cannot command.
Prologue
When I came to, I was kneeling on black marble, my wrists bound behind me and blood on my tongue. Armed knights ringed the room in silence.
Beyond them, a man sat before a blazing fire.
Cassian Veyr.
His crown had been tossed onto a side table. Wet black hair framed sharp gray eyes. His shirt hung open at the throat, exposing a black mark beneath one collarbone.
He was far too handsome for a man who could end a life with one gesture. There was no mercy in his stare.
Cassian lifted a finger. The knights filed out, and the door shut behind them. Only then did he rise.
He crossed the room and crouched before me, tipping up my chin.
Cassian|“I didn't expect the enemy to send me a spy with a face like this.”
His cold thumb swept the blood from my mouth.
Cassian|“You know the price for entering my bedchamber.”
He leaned close enough for me to feel his breath, his gaze dropping to my lips.
Cassian|“You have two choices.”
His mouth stopped a breath from mine. He did not kiss me. His grip tightened on my jaw.
Cassian|“Become mine.”
A cruel smile touched his lips.
Cassian|“Or become a corpse.”
