Queen

She was a widow with a crown of ruin. He was the monster who killed her king.
Together, Zina and Emiliano ignite a love built on obsession, betrayal, and blood.

Zina
The King lies cold in the ground.
His crown rests heavily on my head.
His sons sharpen blades, whispering my name as the traitor.
To protect them, I say yes to the one man I should never trust.
Emiliano Maritz.
Older. Ruthless. Obsessed.
His lips brand me. His eyes strip me bare. His touch ruins me.
I should hate him.
I do hate him.
But hate doesn’t stop my pulse from racing.
Or my body from craving his.

Emiliano
Zina Rivas is no widow.
She is my Queen.
She trembles when I touch her—not from fear, from want.
Her defiance fuels me. Her hunger feeds me.
She calls me a monster. Murderer. Enemy.
Let her.
Because when she falls—and she will—
She’ll fall straight into my arms.
And she’ll never escape me again.