The air in the Iron Vale reeks of iron and roses—blood and magic, always entwined. Crystal steps into the moonlit hall, her dagger hidden beneath velvet, her pulse steady. She’s not here to negotiate. She’s here to kill Kaelen D’Vire, the vampire king who bathed her coven’s temple in fire and blood. But the moment their eyes meet—hers blazing with vengeance, his burning with something darker—the ancient wards of the Fae High Court activate. A curse, long buried, erupts in silver chains and crims