He's big, he's growly, he's made of stone, and he just told me, "You're mine."
Draven's an alien gargoyle whose golden eyes stare at me with a burning passion that mirrors his molten heart.
He believes I’m his fated mate. His soulspark. And apparently I’m the only one who can grant him his wings so we can fly the hell out of this prison together.
He terrifies me, yet makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. But can I trust this beastly king? Or should I try to escape alone?