Raven Prince, Raven Prince don’t steal our sun,
Or the good queen’s Flamesworn will make you run.
They’ll rip your wings and snuff your court and name.
Then toss your feathers into Life’s breathing flame.
Every child in Pyros grows up singing that song, praying for just an ounce of the magic that will make them Flamesworn. So, when twenty-two-year-old Echo Darewyn is offered one final chance to earn her place among the queen’s elite, she takes it. How hard can it be escorting one prisoner to his execution? The bastard’s bound in pure sunlight, after all.
Until his shadows taste her blood—and the chains caging the Raven Prince’s last living general… shatter.
She expects death. He kidnaps her instead.
Noctis av Seren is everything the stories about Deathborn fae warned of and worse. He kills first and asks questions later (usually never). Calls her Cinder to remind her of her failures. Not to mention he’ll stop at nothing to reach his home in a court that was razed to ruin centuries ago.
Echo swears she’ll end his life before that ever happens.
Only, the further he drags her from the Flame of Life, the more his shadows coil around her, blurring truth and lies. And when he starts looking at her like he might torch the world to keep her alive… Well, that’s a problem.
Because Echo still plans to plunge her dagger deep into Noctis’s cold immortal heart.
She just needs to do it before Cinder starts sounding like mine.
