THE PRIMORIAN UNIVERSE

Sera has one last job before she walks away from the Obsidian Hand forever: kill Prince Caelan Vaelor of Twilight, the fae realm's most feared exile, and buy her closest friend's life in return. She arrives at his masquerade with a golden dagger and a plan. She leaves with a serpent tattoo burned into her arm and her life force tethered to the man she just tried to murder. The blood bond is merciless. Distance tears through them both like a blade. Closeness is the only relief, which means Sera, a professional killer, must now keep Caelan alive long enough to find a witch who can undo what the dagger did. Caelan has spent two centuries ruling a kingdom built from borderlands, under a sky he darkened as a child when his untamed magic killed his mother. He does not trust easily. He does not let people close. But the assassin bound to him is stubborn, sharp-tongued, and, inconveniently, the only person who has ever looked at his power without flinching. As they travel through haunted forests and monster-filled gorges hunting the ingredients to break the bond, something more dangerous than magic grows between them. And someone in the fae court is watching, waiting for Caelan to lose control.

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Because some bonds are never mean to be broken. 

Some secrets are never meant to be uncovered. 

And some powers are never meant to be tamed.