The only thing more dangerous than serving a Dragon Lord?
Accidentally bonding with one.
I’ve spent three years surviving as Lord Caelus’s servant—invisible, careful, property. Then the Dragon Masters gather for a once-in-a-generation Conclave, and I’m supposed to pour wine and stay silent.
Except I spill on him. Sereis, the Ice Lord who hasn’t left his frozen palace in three centuries. The hermit dragon who everyone whispers about.
The moment our skin touches, everything explodes. Frost patterns bloom across my shoulder. My collar shatters. And suddenly this ancient, terrifyingly controlled being is looking at me like I’m the answer to a question he’s been asking for millennia.
But the bond isn’t sealed. Not yet. And Caelus wants his property back. I’ve got seven days until the celestial alignment that will make me his forever.
Seven days while my human body transforms into something that can survive in his realm of eternal winter. Seven days of him calling me “little one” in that voice that makes me want to submit, to surrender, to be his.