Ayla of Vyrn, Captain of the Iron Riders, was the only soldier to survive the dragon's fire. Now, she's the captive of the monster that destroyed her legion. Chained in a dark cavern, her defiance is her only shield against the beast who is now a man—Sathar. He is a fireborn shifter, ancient and cunning, and their lives are now entwined by a forbidden ancient magic. He saved her life only to claim it, and the fire in her blood, as his own. He is her enemy, her captor, the embodiment of everything she has sworn to destroy. The bond is a torturous link, forcing her to feel his every raw emotion—his grief, his rage, and his searing, shameless desire . Every shared glance is a battle, every accidental touch a spark threatening to ignite a wild, primal inferno. She hates him with every fiber of her being, yet her body betrays her, stirring with a wanton lust for her captor that feels like the ultimate treason. He is the one man she can never have, and the only one she can't seem to resist. But as hatred and desire clash in a dance neither can escape, Ayla must face a terrifying truth: the greatest danger isn't the dragon, but the man. And in this crucible of fire and will, the only thing more thrilling than the fight is the fall.