Broken

She's the fire he never wanted. And the only one who can keep him from burning it all down.

Delia
I've seen plenty of chaos.
As an EMT, I know what it means to run into the fire when everyone else runs out.
But nothing prepares me for him.
Six feet plus of heat and menace standing in the middle of a house blaze, untouched by the flames.
I think he's a victim. He lets me treat him.
Then he steals me away.
Not just across the street or out of the city—across worlds.
To a place of ash and shadow, where he says I'm his mate.
Thorne, Lord of Fire.
He doesn't want sweet. Doesn't want soft.
He wants someone unbreakable.
Someone who can handle the truth.
And for some reason, I really want to be that woman.

Thorne
The Broken Plains will not survive without me.
My power burns hot, but the crown of Nightfall is slipping further from reach every day.
Only a true bond can restore what's lost.
So I hunt. Not for comfort. Not for love. For strength.
And I find her.
Delia.
A mortal who throws herself into danger, who meets fire with fury, who doesn't cower when I tell her what I am.
She is not weak. She is not naïve.
She is mine.
Whether she knows it yet or not, she will stand beside me.
Because Delia is the fix I never knew I needed.