The Court of Icy Hearts

He placed the first mark coldly.
The second — with a smirk.
The third — looking her in the eyes as if he could see every dark fantasy she tried to hide.
— You are mine, — whispers Keilan Morfrost, the King of Winter. — Seven days, seven marks.
The hunt begins.
The bond between the tormentor and the victim strengthens with each new mark.
His touches burn, and his voice penetrates under her skin.
And soon Eliza realizes the terrible truth: the greatest danger is not in surviving.
But in the fact that she begins to want to belong to him.