I will never be controlled again. A manipulative dragon shifter. A sexy phaetyn prince. Me? I shouldn't even exist. With peace established in Verald, I should be free; Lord Tyrrik is liberated from his blood oath, after all. But the freedom in Verald is an illusion. If I remain, destruction will surely follow. As soon as I come into my powers, the blood-thirsty emperor of Draecon will know. Even now, he is hunting me. When a Phaetyn prince arrives promising safety, the solution seems perfect. A little too perfect. But is the objective of our group security or something more? Because everyone is telling me what my goals should be. Should I listen with my head - or my heart? I might not get a choice. Who do you trust when everyone has lied to you?