He is my ruin. My complete and utter devastation. Loyalty or death. I make my choice in a palace of flames, and wake to total darkness . . . And at his mercy. Calloused hands bring hell to my door and his velvet voice spews only poison. "A traitor to the queen," he calls me, and though I don't know his name, it's clear that he's no Prince Charming. Monster. Villain. A...