Princess of Death

Twenty four years have passed since Talon and Calista defeated Barron and his sons. The dragons were freed of their mental imprisonment and now they soar proudly in the skies above the Southern Isles. Twenty four years of peace. Until Lily Rothschild's galleon sails off course and ends up far to the east . . . My parents didn't raise me to be a beautiful princess in a gown. My mother has always wanted me to live the life that I want. My father raised me like a son. Taught me the sword. How to fish and hunt. How to sail in the dark. And my mother taught me how to speak with dragons. When I decide to live a life of adventure, I can see the hint of sadness in my father's eyes, the worry that he always wears for me. But he lets me go. Encourages me to live the life that I want without reservation. I set sail with my crew, but our ship becomes caught in a storm and is blown off course, and I find myself in the one place my father warned me to never visit. We get stuck on the rocks of a strange island where everything is dead and the mist is suffocating on the lungs. And then I hear my name, spoken in an endless echo in my mind. "Lily Rothschild—come to me." A behemoth of a man stands before me, and I know who he is without an introduction. The God of The Underworld. "Daughter of Talon Rothschild, King of the Southern Isles, a man who doesn't pay his debts. You shouldn't have come here." My heart races in a way it never has. Despite how terrifying he is, he's also the most beautiful man I've ever laid eyes on. He stares at me with an intensity none of my lovers have ever shown. He can touch me with just his eyes. He doesn't want my life or my soul. He wants my body underneath his, at his beck and call, a servant to his desires. He's the king of demons and I shouldn't want his touch . . . but I do. And I want to save my father's soul.