The first time Amber sees Kaelen D’Rae, he’s standing over a burning altar where her mother’s name is carved into ash. His fangs gleam in the firelight, his black coat edged in silver runes, his voice a blade slicing through the night: *“She was a witch who broke the Blood Oath. Her soul is forfeit.”* Amber watches from the shadows, her hand pressed to the cursed sigil on her chest—*her mother’s last breath etched into her skin*. She has spent ten years hunting the truth. Now, she has found the