Shadow Bond

A woman back from the dead. A dragon haunted by his past. A vengeance five centuries in the making.

Nasyra:

I wake up in a world I don't recognize.

A prince calls me a guest but treats me like a prisoner. My memories are fragments—blood and betrayal.

The only thing I know for certain? I was murdered.

And the man who did it is still out there.

So I hunt him.

He looks at me with grief instead of hatred.

And my twisted magic reacts to his darkness with a hunger I can't explain.

I came for blood.

In his arms, I'm starting to remember the truth.

Zyphon:

Five hundred years of penance.

I scattered her ashes myself.

Somehow, impossibly, she's alive.

But she doesn't remember the love we shared.

She wants me dead. Honestly? I've been dying since the day I lost her anyway.

An army of shadows is closing in to reclaim their weapon.

To save her, I have to let her hate me. I have to be the executioner one last time.

Because I'd rather die by her hand than let her fall back into the darkness.