Exile in Her Blood

He was supposed to be the enemy. He became everything.

Blood mage Lirien Thorne has spent three years alone, connected only to her mother's grimoire and the ghosts of a family she's lost. She doesn't do vulnerability. She doesn't do trust. Dragon shifters from the exiled Wyrmkind? Absolutely not.

Kael shatters every rule without trying.

He sees through her armor to the grief underneath. His hands catch her before she falls-literally, from a crumbling parapet, and figuratively, into something that feels dangerously like love. His people are dying from a curse that's consuming them from the inside out. She's a healer who can't resist someone in pain.

The night he slides into her bed and whispers promises against her skin, she believes safety can exist between former enemies.

Dawn brings devastation.

Her grimoire lies violated, ancient pages torn from the binding. The man who held her is gone. The blood bond pulses east, dragging her toward a truth she's not ready to face: the person she trusted most is the one who destroyed her.

Can love survive the ultimate betrayal? Or will the truth burn them both to ash? Grab Exile in Her Blood and feel the fire.