The dark elf will not harm my baby!
I was so in love with the dark elf general. But then he went to war and died—leaving me to fend for myself.
His enemies were circling and I needed to flee. To protect myself . . . and the baby growing inside of me.
But his enemies lied. He never died. He came back. And was told that I had fled.
Heartbreak tore his soul and made him cruel. He vowed to find me and make me pay.
Four years later, he did.
I see the rage in his eyes. What will he do to me? More importantly . . . what will he do to his daughter?
Contains mature themes.
