"Kneel," she growled. Two very odd things happened at once. The smell of peony assaulted the deepest recesses of his brain, while heat coursed through his veins. Simultaneously, his brain fogged over, his knees caving under him so he knelt before her. "I'm going to kill you," her words should have felt as venomous as they were, but instead they were addictive. More addictive than that dragon ale he couldn't stop raising to his lips. And when she told him what to do, something cracked inside and broke into place. A space only she was meant for. ------------------------- All Arietta wanted to do was be free from her past. And as long as the king was alive, she would never be able to move forward. But what will she do when she finds out he's her mate, and if she kills him she dies too?