The ink on the contract was still wet when I felt the first pull of the curse in my veins. Kael watched me, golden-eyed and dangerous, as I signed my name in blood. "You want your husband ruined?" he asked. "Then let me be your weapon." I didn’t flinch. I wanted him destroyed—for the lies, the bruises, the way he looked at her like I was already dead.

Months later, I stand in Kael’s bedroom, silk clinging to my skin, his mark burning hot on my collarbone. He leans against the doorframe, shirtless, smirking. "Luna Kate," he says, voice like smoke, "you just broke our contract."

I bite my lip, pulse roaring. "Oops."

He steps closer, the air thick with magic and menace. "There’s no undoing this. You’re mine now—unless you want us both to burn."