Burned to Obey

She lit the wrong ship on fire.

Now she wakes up in my fortress, wearing my brand.

They sentenced her to die in the arena.

I overruled them.

Not to save her.

To own her.

She’s angry. Defiant. All sharp teeth and spit.

But I’ve seen defiance before.

It cracks.

She’ll eat when I say. Sleep when I allow.

Speak only when spoken to.

And when her fire dims,

I’ll light it again—on her knees, at my feet, begging for the control she swore she’d never surrender.

I branded her to protect her from the Senate.

But now?

I’ll keep her caged until she loves the lock.

Read on for: brutal warden energy, brand as collar, power play dynamics, sworn enemies, and a heroine who thought death was the worst fate—until she met him. HEA guaranteed.