Bane Illes never smiled. He never spoke. But each day, that brooding wizard gave Janiver Benoit a glance. And when she could not take another quiet stare, or the warmth that look sent over her skin, she took from Bane something he'd never give freely-a lingering, soul knocking kiss. Ten years later, someone has stolen the one thing that keeps magic hidden from the mortals in Crimson Cove and only...