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Her war for freedom ends in the snow, at the mercy of the regime's most brutal commander. Valerian, leader of the notorious Iron Spear, is a man who deals in death and absolute obedience. Elyana expects a bullet. But he denies her a clean death. In the captured rebel, he sees not an enemy to be executed, or interrogated but a trophy to be owned.

He drags her into a world of obscene luxury, a gilded cage where every silken sheet is a new bar on her prison. In this world, his word is law, his orders are non negotiable. Surrounded by loyal killers who despise what she is, her only shield is the monster who laid that claim, a man whose dark promise ensures that he, and only he, will be the one to break her.

Hate is the only weapon she has left. She fights to wield it against him, but he wages a war on her mind, dismantling her resolve one possessive caress at a time. He is the architect of her ruin, yet his touch becomes a terrifying sanctuary, his presence a dark gravity she can no longer escape. Her traitorous body answers his, and her soul begins to fracture under the force of his obsessive, all-consuming devotion.

He doesn't want her obedience; he wants her willing submission. He is erasing the soldier to forge a possession, a woman remade in his own dark image. The fight for her life has become a fight for her very soul. But in a war against a man who owns her body, how does she stop him from conquering her soul?