The sharp ends of tree branches tore at Yvayne’s face and hair as she darted through the forest. Her breaths came quickly, her heart pumping adrenaline into her veins to maximize the fleeting seconds she might have before Lucien captured his prey.

Yvayne discarded the flashes of regret behind her flying footsteps. After she saved Fhaona, she could apologize for dismissing her. She only needed to ensure the survival of one more druid in the world. They were each necessary to the others.

Fhaona’s role had to be more complex than sacrifice.

His enemy’s courtesan. Her only chance of escape.

Lord Silas Graveston's world is one of order, where honor ranks above all. But when his family’s stolen necklace resurfaces at the throat of his enemy’s new courtesan, Natalya Slipshayde, his calm facade cracks. The closer Silas gets to her, the more he questions which trophy he most desires to yank from his rival's grasp: the necklace or Natalya.