“Let no child of mine forget that they are made of ferus and flame, and let her bow to no man not already on his knee."
Eryndor traded their soul-bond for her freedom, leaving Amaria with a rescued brother, a kidnapped prince—and a prophecy that demands they die together.
To save the realm from erasure, she must make the impossible choice—endure a lifetime of agonizing distance, never touching the male she’s starving for, just to keep them both breathing.
Or claim the fated union burning between them and unleash a power that will mend the bleeding sky—but consume them both in the process.
Thrones will crumble. The sky will fracture. And a love written in prophecy will burn the realm to bedrock to claim its final, devastating end.
