A dragon’s rage. A healer’s vow. A bond that could unmake them both.

Sira heals. That is the whole of her purpose, the only thing left to her since the desert took her family and gave nothing back. But some creatures are too vast to mend, and too dangerous to save.

She finds Zodiark dying in the wastes, a dragon brought to his knees by poison and betrayal. Her hands meet his scales, and no healing comes. A forbidden soul-bond detonates instead, chaining her to centuries of fury she never asked to carry and flooding her veins with a magic that refuses to obey.

The only cure grows once every twin moons. It will not bloom again for three months.

Three months to keep a rage-bound dragon breathing with nothing but her wits, a magic she cannot master, and a connection that sharpens every time their eyes meet. Three months crossing a desert where mirages rewrite the truth and sandstorms bury secrets that were never meant to surface. Three months hunted by nomads who want Zodiark’s scales for trophies and his blood for gold.

Zodiark has hated humans longer than Sira has been alive. He means to use her and discard her the moment his strength returns. Instead he finds himself bound to the one creature stubborn enough to defy his fire, foolish enough to bleed for him, and dangerous enough to bring down every wall he ever built.

With each day, the line between his will and hers thins to nothing.

Sira thought she was saving a life. Now she must save herself from the power waking inside her, a power that will either bend to a dragon’s fury or burn the world down trying.

Sira struggles to control the volatile force in her veins while denying the dangerous draw she feels toward the creature she swore only to save. Zodiark resists the instinct that drags him closer to the one mortal who should mean nothing and instead means far too much. When their restraint finally shatters, will the bond between them become salvation…or ruin?