They call Ivy Pomeroy the king's pet. An obedient weapon. A collared assassin. A perfect consort. No one knows she dreams of the day she can finally drive a dagger through his heart.

Until him.

A beautiful stranger from Death's isle, Thorne is every bit as dangerous as the shadows he commands, and the last man Ivy should trust. Yet when he blackmails her into stealing a legendary sword from beneath the palace, he offers the one thing she craves most: freedom.

Helping him is treason. Wanting him is a death sentence. But resisting him feels impossible - especially when he's the only man who's ever seen her as something more than a prized possession.

As their search for the sword uncovers ancient riddles and long-buried secrets, Ivy discovers that her entire life may have been built upon a lie. A deception capable of bringing even the gods to their knees.

They call Ivy Pomeroy the king's pet. They are wrong.

She is not a pet to be tamed. She is the beast they let inside. And she will show no mercy.