The Old Gods are dead. The dragons have been slain and the Great Prophecy fulfilled.

So why has absolutely nothing has changed?

Princess Tori has spent her whole life being underestimated. She’s the reckless spare, the fae princess with too much fire and not enough grace. She's used to fighting her battles alone. But nothing could have prepared her for the iron grip of Abraxas, the Dragon King, when his armies tear her world apart and he takes her out of the only world she has ever known.

He is ruthless, a thousand years of war forged into the shape of a man.

They should be each other's destruction.

But as Tori unravels the secrets Abraxas has spent a millennium burying, she finds something far more dangerous than an enemy — she finds a man haunted by the same shadows that live inside her. And when embers of ancient magic begin to stir, whispering that the legendary creatures of myth were never truly lost, they are forced into an alliance neither of them asked for and neither can afford to break.

The Great Prophecies lied. Magic isn't dead, and two enemies will find the space between hatred and desire is hotter than dragonfire.

Tori can handle monsters. She's less sure she can handle him.

In a world where destiny was once written in stone, can she trust a man with a millennium of secrets with her life, her power, and the heart she swore she'd never surrender.