I was promised to a man my uncle chose… but I ran away with the enemy.In this valley, my family name means something.To some, protection. To others, destruction.When a Bellanti stole my heart, he started a war.A ring on my finger put a target on his back.I hardly know the man I threw my life away for.He looked like I imagined Mr. Darcy would.He wrote me poetry.But he’s locked me away exactly the way my uncle had.Choosing him was my last taste of freedom.Out of the frying pan and into the fire…He will burn me alive either way.Book One of Three