The first time Crimson sees the Hollow King, he’s standing over a pyre where her mother’s name burns in silver ink—erased from history. She watches from the shadows of the Obsidian Spire, her witch-mark hidden beneath gloves, her breath steady, her heart a locked vault. She came to destroy him. Not to desire him. But when the Supernatural Council demands a unity pact between the last unclaimed fae-blooded heir and the vampire monarch, the ritual backfires. Their hands touch. Fire erupts in the