Sylor

Sylor refuses to be the typical Valorni warrior. He craves order. Discipline. Certainly not her.

It's simply impossible that one wild, criminal human female could make him forget everything he believes in.

Impossible. And yet...

Nesta hates the surface world and surface dwellers with their stupid rules. Humans or alien warriors, it makes no difference.

The only way to survive is to take what she needs.

When did her needs include a burly green skinned warrior, and his possessive, claiming touch?

They may be able to find a way out of the trapped city. If they can work together that long...