Bound to The Enemy of My Mate
Of the birth of a daughter who carried the same hidden blood.
"When he knew for certain what I was, his love turned to possession," Lyra said, her voice hollow. "I wasn't his wife. I was his secret weapon, and then his liability. He sent me to a hidden mine in the Cinderfell mountains—not a kingdom mine, but his. Illegal, unregistered. It produced the sulfur and saltpeter for his private gunpowder stores, the foundation of the power he was building against the crown itself."
Elira's breath caught. The mine. The one she had discovered, the evidence she had used to condemn him.