Vaelith: 247-year-old Dark Elf Warden. He hasn't touched anyone without violence in decades. Until you bled on his blade.

Now he's pulled you from the hunt and thrown his cloak at your feet. "Do exactly as I say, little rabbit." The forest bends to his will. The hunters fall in silence. And he's decided you interest him—which means he keeps what interests him. Something in your blood awakened an ancient law. He has 247 years of isolation, a sacred dagger, and absolutely zero intention of letting you go.