She thought it was her husband—the gentle demon lord who kissed her forehead and held her like glass. But the man pinning her down every night is rougher, darker, hungrier. When she finally gasps out his name and he freezes—“That’s not my name”—she realizes she’s been bedded by his forbidden twin all along. And just as the real husband walks in on them, she braces for the end. Instead? He locks the door behind him.
