His expression darkened when his eyes fell to her lips, looking thoroughly pissed for reasons she couldn’t possibly understand. ”What are you doing to me?” “What do you mean?” She whispered, her eyes trained on his firm lips. She willed him to kiss her. Willed him so much that if she’d had her powers, he would already be kissing her that very moment. ———— When Bran comes back from war only to find out that his parents have been killed and his sister, taken by a powerful sorceress, he captures her, bringing her back to his castle and locks her up, torturing her. But as time passes, the seductive sorceress refuses to break and Bran begins to realise that his feelings for her aren't as malicious as they used to be. With every heated look that passes between them, every stolen kiss and every accidental touch, Bran's resolve begins to crumble. When he captured the sorceress, the plan was to torture her until she gave him his sister's location, but now…now, Bran isn't so sure what the plan is anymore. They are supposed to be enemies. She is his captive, and he is her captor. They shouldn't want each other. But they do—with a passion that burns hotter than their hatred for each other.