HellGold by Meg Xuemei X

We lure the Collector to the fortress. He walks through the gate smiling, holding a marriage contract sealed in my infant blood.It hands me to him.Kill him, and I die with him.Blood contracts don’t break. Not by law. Not by fire. Not by four princes willing to raze the continent to keep me.And woven into the ink is a geas. Any man who touches me with desire burns. So do I.Aelindor reaches for me. Burn.Nikolai’s mouth finds my throat. Burn.Caspian pulls me under him. Burn.Four men I’d bleed for, and not one can put his hands on me without both of us screaming.Then an Oracle’s severed head whispers through the glass. One bloodline can break the contract.My father’s.So Drakken goes into Hell with me.Demon law sets the price. I have to mate him in front of the entire court, and Hell watches me come.Fake it and the geas holds.And I belong to the Collector forever.