“My end?”
His brows lowered over his searching, searing gaze, and his voice emerged from the depths of his chest with a finality which would frighten even the bravest soul.
“The end.”
Except, it’s not the end, is it? It’s actually a sneaky beginning wearing the end’s hat, because another story of a wicked king and a helpless human is forming itself out of the ether even as we read these very words…
He’s a beast of a king.
She’s a wallflower nobody pays attention to, not even when they accidentally alien abduct her.
They’re an unlikely couple — because they’re not a couple.
Not until Konan decides she is a spy, and must be broken.
His conquest will be carnal, and absolutely complete.
He will leave no part of his prisoner untouched.
No imagined sin unpaid for.
He will not be kind.
He will not be gentle.
And he will not fall in love.