One monster wants my soul. One man wants my magic. Me? I want to be left alone to live my life out like a dull, one of the lucky people who were born devoid of magic. But that won’t happen because being born a Wyrd blood gives me two choices in life: ruler or slave.
I’d rather die than be a slave, and I’m not cut out to rule. Instead, I’ve been hiding out in the valley. Life is pretty good here, with food in my belly and a warm bed in which to sleep. If I didn’t get harassed constantly by Ryker, the man who wants my magic, it might be good enough to lull me into thinking life could continue on like this forever.
Until I get a message from Bones, the monster who owns my soul….
Contains mature themes.