I thought human women were fragile and helpless.
Then I met Diana.
Who knifed me the first time we met.
Who makes it clear that she doesn’t need to be rescued.
When we’re not fighting each other, we flirt.
I call her spitfire.
She promises to burn me.
Diana’s warm. Passionate. Daring. I would happily lose myself in her fire.
But she’s involved herself in a dangerous undertaking. She’s feeding covert intelligence to the Rebellion. And she’s drawn the attention of my mass-murdering psychopath brother.
To protect her, I need to pretend that Diana doesn’t matter to me. I need to walk away.
But I’m Draekon. And Diana is my mate. Leaving is never an option.