Rokav is brutal. A silver-skinned soldier chiseled from stone. 8 feet tall and over 400 pounds of muscle.
My life was given to him as a gift. My planet is under attack. We thought the humans would come to liberate us. We thought they’d free us from the Kraaj. After all, we’re human too. And the Kraaj are our brutal oppressors. But they came to kill us instead.
And now our captors are our only hope.
Who do you turn to in a world gone mad? When everyone you meet wants to kill you? When your best hope is your worst fear?
This love I have with my Kraaj is sick. It’s twisted. People will look at us with loathing. But I don’t care. Because with him, I know one important thing.