Every young woman dreams of marrying a king.
Everyone except for me.
Because the king I am to wed has razor sharp fangs and a thirst for blood.
All my life I knew I'd come of age during the Hundred Year Reaping.
According to the ridiculous treaty, two human girls are sent to the faelands as brides for the fearsome fae king and his devilish younger brother.
Not me.
I was supposed to be safe.
Two girls were chosen from m.
Crystal Moon Press To carve a fae heart, paperback/tessonja odette
