When Mary met Aris, she was certain that their relationship would last only a short while. That was what logic dictated. He was a few years younger, came from a wealthy family, was stubborn and spoiled. It was obvious that they did not match at all and nothing indicated the dramatic turn that events would take.

But fate had different plans for their lives. He had surrendered to her from the first moment he saw her and did what his intense passion dictated.

When the clash with logic became a relentless war, Mary found herself, without realizing it, in a small stone house in the middle of nowhere. Her memory did not help her understand how or when she got there, while the inhospitable landscape of the wild nature created ominous thoughts.

One thing she was sure of: behind all this adventure was the devilish mind of Aris's brother. And while she was determined to settle her accounts with the people who turned her life upside down, the little winged god had other plans and patiently waited for the time to write the final word.