Rowena is fire disguised as a princess, healing hands bound by a crown that scorches her skin. Lorcan is the storm on black wings, a dragon lord whose scars remember every betrayal, whose beast already knows her scent from dreams soaked in blood.
Their marriage is a cage forged by her father's hate, yet every midnight Rowena slips through stone corridors to find Lorcan's mouth waiting like a brand. His hands map the curve where silver scales will bloom when her own dragon wakes, and the first time she comes apart against him, his beast roars loud enough to crack the kingdom's foundation. She learns desire can be a weapon; he learns a heart can heal even when it's still bleeding.