The curse said 'serve her'. He said 'make me'.
She was looking for gold. She found a cursed prince instead.
Arantha Teely is the best tomb-robber alive, with one rule: find the treasure, take the money, never look back. So when she's paid to loot a lost city, she doesn't ask questions—she breaks the seal and reaches for her payday.
What she gets is Balam: a six-hundred-year-old warrior-prince, cursed by a witch he wronged to serve whoever woke him. Now he's bound to a thief with a smart mouth, deathless and furious, dragged through a modern world that makes no sense—and unable to leave her side even when he'd love to throw her off a cliff.
The feeling is mutual.
But Arantha didn't just steal a prince. She stole a man who cannot die—and the people who paid her to find him want him back. A shadow organization with limitless money is hunting them, and their cleaner has never failed to erase a target.
To survive, a thief and a cursed prince will have to trust each other, outsmart a monster with a human face, and gamble everything on the one thing neither believes in: that some things are worth keeping.
A STANDALONE enemies-to-lovers romantasy with razor-sharp banter, slow-burn tension that detonates, a found family worth dying for, and a morally gray heroine who does the shoving.
