The first time Beatrice sees Prince Lysander, he is standing over a dying witch—her aunt—his silver dagger still dripping with blood, her final scream echoing the same words that have haunted Beatrice’s dreams: “The blood remembers.” She escapes, but not before he pins her to the obsidian wall, his breath hot against her ear as he whispers, “You smell like betrayal… and like mine.” That night, she swears vengeance.