He's pale, scarred, and running on nothing but spite and survival instinct. She's the chieftainess of a cannibal tribe—beautiful, lethal, and utterly in control. She spared his life. He doesn't know why. She watches him like she's deciding whether to him, eat him, or use him as a weapon against her enemies. Maybe all three. He's a soldier. He's been broken before. He'll rise again. But first, he has to figure out what those sharp, curious eyes want from him.🔥