1 PROLOGUE

Naeva; A fae of unknown origin. Kept docile and blind, Innocent and naïve were her second name.

In a land of the ancient, where the world was divided and powerful entities existed, dominated and conquered, she remained isolated in the very castle in which she had grown.

Watching her seasons pass her by, with no hope of venturing outside under the strict supervision and lack of knowledge she had, she had no choice but to concede to the control of others.

And just like this, she expected her 21st summer to pass uneventfully, only to be struck speechless by her older, mature, and godly mate that came her way.

He infatuated her, with his dominating and dark momentum, his bewitching violet eyes shadowed by thick lashes. His ruthless red lips, his blinding bronze skin and the black waves which flopped over his forehead, concealing the brutality beneath.

His touch burned her, she withered like a burnt rose, beautiful yet haunting.

Fire. That's what he was, she was sure. With every intoxicating glance, every breath stealing touch, he towered over her, dominated her and damaged her. They could tango for eternity.

He was darkness, she was light. An unexpected meeting arranged by the fates themselves. How could she resist? How could she not be pulled towards him like a moth to a flame? With those hypnotizing eyes, his virile scent – he was pure muscle, a seductive and mysterious male. All hers – was what she had thought.

With enemies, friends, lovers and allies showing themselves. Will Naeva be able to handle the heat? The torture that his rejection brings her? Or will she burn from the fire in his fingertips - like all that came before her?

He came her way...

But with what intentions?