If he claims her, all will be lost. If he doesn't, he loses himself.
Myk is the rogue alien warrior's brooding weapons master. Fresh from his hell-like forge, he's the definition of an alien angel of death. He thinks he knows what will heal him.
He wants a child.
And he's chosen me to fulfil this desire.
I can't deny that there's something about Myk that calls to my bruised heart. An alien bad boy who needs my help. But do I want to give him my body, when all I want to do is feed his soul?
Can I enter into this arrangement without risking everything . . . again?
Contains mature themes.
