After a spell goes horribly wrong, Meira wakes up with no memory—only the image of a handsome stranger burned into her mind. She doesn’t know if she loves him, hates him, or just needs him gone. But her missing memories and the fate of her dragon are tied to him.
One night at a local bar, Stasia falls in with the king’s guard. That’s when things really unravel. Before she knows it, she’s tangled up in royal business—more or less on the queen’s payroll—and facing down thieves, spells, and the living, breathing wildness of the city itself.
She trained her whole life to restore her family’s legacy. But her magic is weak, her blood is common, and something dark threatens to consume her kingdom.
Layla is queen of a kingdom haunted by unrest and bloodshed. Her people call her the Blood Queen, but all she wants is peace. With a rising death toll and whispers of rebellion, Layla faces impossible pressure to live up to her parents’ legacy.
Men are strong. Women are weak. That’s what my father told me—right before the king drafted me into the army. He didn’t care that I’m a woman. The king demands every citizen serve the Areopagus. According to my father, I wouldn’t even survive the first battle.
The Aine are the elite warriors of the fae, a chosen twelve, handpicked by the Fates to guard this world. Today, I finally join their sacred ranks. It’s everything I’ve trained for, everything I’ve ever wanted. Then he arrives.
