Nova Poshta
Ukrposhta
If he’s death, I crave oblivion.
I'm a witch, cursed to kill with a brush of my fingertips. My worst fear is hurting the boy I care for—and my second-worst is the attention of the Order's witch hunters. Maelor is their dangerous, beautiful leader. And now, he seems like he knows my secrets.
When he arrests me, my only hope is to survive a series of brutal trials. Ninety-nine out of a hundred will die, and magic is strictly forbidden. Strangely, Maelor is immune to my touch. He claims to want to help me. But as I spend more time with him, I discover he has a dark secret of his own. Is he the reason bodies have been showing up around the kingdom, drained of blood?
The more he wants me, the more dangerous he becomes. In a world where trusting someone can get you killed, will this beautiful monster help me survive?
