I’m being hunted… I have no magic…and now I’m betrothed to a dragon?

I like to pretend I’m just another immigrant trying make her way in New York City. You’d recognize the story I tell my human friends: fleeing persecution, a desperate relative brings baby me to America with nothing more than the clothes on her back. Hard work, study and persistence brings prosperity and now I’m on the cusp of starting my museum curatorship career. 

It’s not the entire truth. 

Though my family may look human, we are not. We have been called many names, gods, demons, fae, yokai, rakshasas, but we are shen, the wielders of Earth’s magic. 

We sought asylum in America to escape an immortal monster the Devourer, who is determined to find and eat the magic of every last shen in this world, including me.

Even though, I am the worst sort of shen, a shen with no ability to use magic. 

My grandmother’s magic can no longer to protect me.

And now, just now, she tells me about the bargain she made with the dominant non-human power of New York to save me.

Marriage.

Did I mention that he’s a dragon?

Monster or not, magic or not, there’s no way I’m marrying a man — a dragon, I don’t know.

Even he turns out to be the sexiest panty-melting hunk of a suit I’ve ever seen.

Absolutely not.

I mean it. 

Seriously.