❝You do not scare me, Lord Caspian.❞ With a quivering exhale, Arwen feels the dragon's firm touch from behind, his warm lips caressing the sensitive skin of her neck. Despite the cold draft in the spacious den, Caspian burns with the intense, thick, molten fire that swells within his chest. The aroma of smoke and the biting winter blizzard that howls just a few steps away permeate his skin, a tantalizing combination that sets her aflame, igniting a fiery surge of warmth in the depths of her belly; leaving her intoxicated and dizzy under his searing touch. Arwen's nerves tighten like a coiled spring as his lips tantalizingly brush against the tender curve of her ear. ❝You should be scared.❞ Arwen Faye, the Princess of the Jade Empire, is on the run from her tyrannical uncle who is hell-bent on taking the throne for himself. Following the disappearance of her family members, Arwen stands as the sole surviving royal descendant. As the unforgiving winter of the North looms closer and she finds herself without shelter, her desire for vengeance is set aside. Stranded in a dim cavern, Arwen struggles to stay warm and search for sustenance. But as she delves deeper into the cave, she unknowingly awakens a sinister creature lurking in the shadows, waiting to consume her whole.