Running for her life, she tumbled into a hidden underground palace of nightmares. The Bride-Selection slaughter was underway—no girl had survived in ten years. Bodies torn apart, blood everywhere. Then a monstrous black dragon gently nuzzled her palm. The man on the throne stared with violet eyes. "You're my queen now." He pinned her to the freezing bed and claimed her. She was his—body, soul, and cage.
