A woman back from the dead. A dragon haunted by his past. A vengeance five centuries in the making.
Nasyra: I wake up in a world I don’t recognize. A prince calls me a guest but treats me like a prisoner. My memories are fragments—blood and betrayal. The only thing I know for certain?
I was murdered. And the man who did it is still out there. So I hunt him. He looks at me with grief instead of hatred. And my twisted magic reacts to his darkness with a hunger I can’t explain.
I came for blood. In his arms, I’m starting to remember the truth.
Zyphon: Three hundred years of penance. I scattered her ashes myself. Somehow, impossibly, she’s alive. But she doesn’t remember the love we shared. She wants me dead. Honestly?
I’ve been dying since the day I lost her anyway. An army of shadows is closing in to reclaim their weapon. To save her, I have to let her hate me.
Because I’d rather die by her hand than let her fall back into the darkness.
