The first time Avalon sees Kael, he’s standing in moonlit ash, his black coat edged in silver runes, eyes like obsidian shards. She came to burn his name from the blood ledger. Instead, the ancestral altar roars to life—chains of silver light wrap their wrists, and a mark blooms on her collarbone: a crescent pierced by a thorn. Fated. The word is a death sentence. She is half-witch, half-fae, born of a forbidden union, and now bound to the vampire who executed her mother for rebellion.