About the Book
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:
Five 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. I have to be the executioner one last time.
Because I'd rather die by her hand than let her fall back into the darkness.
