Orc’s Bride (The Veil Lands #2)

Welcome to the Veil lands, where monsters are the only ones who can save you.

Zoraya: I was living a peaceful life in Red Hollow. Then I was chosen for the Blood Tithe. One brand. One fortress of black basalt.

And a seven-foot warlord who looks at me like I’m the only flame in his winter of stone. My priority is supposed to be looking for a way home. But the ancient wards are unraveling.

The fortress is bleeding from within. And I’m the only one who can stitch the magic back together. I came here as a tribute. In his arms, I’m becoming something far more dangerous.

Vlorn: Decades of steel and strategy. I’m a weapon forged for my clan. But things changed the moment I claimed her. A human seamstress with a mouth like fire and eyes like a winter storm.

She’s a slip of a thing. Fragile enough to crush in one hand. A war is at my gates and death is marching our way. And for the first time, I have a weakness my enemies can smell. Zoraya is my tribute.

My property. But the more I try to protect her, the more I realize I’m the one who needs saving.