The first time Rowan sees Kaelen D’Vaire, he’s standing over a burning pyre of fae rebels—her kin—his crimson eyes glowing like hellfire, his voice cutting through the night with a decree of eternal submission. She watches from the shadows, dagger in hand, vengeance in her veins. She has trained for this moment since she was twelve, when they took her mother’s head and branded her a half-blood abomination.