She threw iron at his head. He's been obsessed ever since.
The Marquess of Ravenmoor has spent centuries toying with humans. Charming them. Ruining them. No one has ever said no.
Then his blood chooses a blacksmith's daughter who can see through his glamour, isn't impressed by his power, and fights back with the one thing that can actually hurt him.
She knows what he is. She's known since she was six years old.
She is not afraid. She is angry.
He can't charm her. Can't seduce her. Can't make her want him with ancient fae tricks she sees right through.
So he buys her father's debts instead.
She arrives at Ravenmoor with hidden iron and a plan to destroy him.
His ravens have other ideas.
Victorian fae romance. Explicit heat. A predatory hero brought to his knees by the only woman who ever made him bleed.
