Some bonds are forged in blood. Hers was forged in fire.
A filthy deviant. That’s all Amari ever was, despite being the sole daughter of the Stalva line. In high society, the few who know her speak of a delicate, beautiful woman. A woman who is blessed and cursed equally. Why was a compassionate heart born into a dynasty built on bladesmithing? And yet, she is expected to count herself lucky to belong to such power. She doesn’t argue. Never does. She smiles, serene, hiding masteries built from enduring and surviving.
Few know she exists. Even fewer know what she’s capable of.
Then, there’s him. The Ashen King. The rare amalgamation of misery and torment that creates their kind. One glance chains her to the most dangerous man alive. To the boy-king turned godfire.
Turning to her only form of reassurance against the bond, Amari enlists in Solaris. The military squad of traumatized nobles and disgraced outcasts is set to task: hunt a nightmare. A trafficking ring that has stolen thousands of children over a decade while someone powerful made sure no one investigated.
Amari sees the squad’s potential long before they do, and how much blood it will take to get them there.
But as the truth crawls closer, corpses lie in their wake, the traffickers fight back, the Ashen King is losing patience. And some bonds, no matter how far you run, will drag you back to where the fire started.
