She reminded me of the thistles that grew wild near Wyndaryn. Beautiful to look at. But spiky. Sharp. I wanted nothing more than to pluck her from this place and watch her bloom.
For the past twenty-five years, Aenan Wyndaryn has lived a shadowed life. Blamed for his sister leaving and for his mother’s death, he harbours a deep-seated guilt, one impressed upon him at an early age. It has shaped how he acts. How he thinks. What sort of male he has become.
Driven by an incessant need to set things right, he finds himself back in the one place he vowed never to return—Avensharn. But when his plans to avenge his sister are waylaid, he sets his sights on a different course of action. One that involves a very prickly female who wants nothing to do with him.
Found in the woods as a newborn babe, Valerian was raised amongst the Dark Fae. Raised to be the perfect female for Vaeyl. The perfect… whore.
She has never known freedom. Never known what it is like to have control over her own self. Over her actions. Over the way she speaks. Dresses. Thinks.
So when Aenan Wyndaryn offers her that freedom, giving her the choice to stay or go, she suddenly finds she has more than one decision to make.
Dare she trust him?
Or is he exactly the same as Vaeyl?
His uncle.
