The heart wants what it wants. No one ever tells you what it will cost. I crossed worlds for it. Bled for it. And I would do it all again, a thousand times over.
But the war I thought I’d won was only the beginning. And the danger I thought I’d outrun had only ever been waiting. Patient. Ancient. Closer than I ever feared. Now every choice carries a price.
Every step costs more than the last. And a love like ours was never going to be quiet. Or gentle. Or safe.
So when the dark comes to collect, when there is nothing left to barter and no one left to save me from myself, it will not be my life it asks for.
It will be the one thing I swore I would never surrender. Because the deadliest thing I have ever carried was never the power in my blood. It was… The Heart’s Curse.
