Vel, an Oracle older than Prythian itself, visits the Autumn Court at the request of its High Lord. While there she gets swept up in the court's political scheming, with Eris trying to win her favor using any means necessary. But all is not what it seems and her visit is cut short by a bloody betrayal. Now, alone and afraid she must escape Autumn and get back home. - Perhaps she'd misjudged him and he was actually going to slice her open. Vel decided she wasn't going to stick around to find out. In the blink of an eye, she squeezed her palm between the blade and her neck, scraping most of the skin off in the process, and with her other arm she elbowed Eris in the stomach as hard as she could. The dagger clattered to the floor slick with her blood and Eris released her, stumbling a few feet back. She turned back towards him, palms up. Blood was pouring down her left arm, dripping into her sleeve. He'd already produced another dagger from Mother knew where and was about to throw it at her face. "Wait. Eris. We want the same thing. We could work together if you would just trust me." Eris narrowed his eyes at her. "Trust you? Do you genuinely think I'm simple?" he hissed out the words, trying to keep his voice low. "You want me to trust you when all you've been doing since you got here has been sneaking around and spying on us."

"She was darkness and death moulded into the perfect form for him. For him. She was the darkness that was unending and unforgiving, unforgotten and unbinding." Ember Avilon. Warrior of the night. Slaughterer of kingdoms. Her name was known but forgotten. When Hybern fell so did her name, or so every one of Prythian thought. The uncontrollable rage that takes over when she sees winged Illyrians is next to none. What happens when she feels an undeniable pull to one, and not only an Illyrian but a shadow singer? But she's not there to make friends - a war is heading. And she's the key to helping them all. Azriel, the shadow singer, and spymaster has never met anyone like him. Who had to learn to live in the darkness, and maybe he likes that. Or so everyone thinks. What happens when another shows up, thrown at his High Lord's feet for treason? And what happens when the two shadow singers find an odd comfort in one another - a comfort that could either bind them together for eternity - or destroy their souls to the darkness that forbids both? "You will fight to survive Ember. Not for me. Not for this damned court. For you." "You are every reason, every hope, and dream I've ever had under this nightly sky for someone to be mine. Truly mine." "I cannot stay away from you." "I don't know if you've ever loved yourself." "I killed for you" - "You didn't live for me" "I saw you walking down those stairs ... and I wanted you so badly, I thought I might set the whole godforsaken world on fire just to have you." [I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OR THE SERIES OF ACOTAR, ONLY MY OWN CHARACTERS. ALL CREDITS GO TO SARAH J MASS] [MATURE THEMES OF GORE, SEXUAL AND ADULT THEMES] This is an enemy to lovers' book; with a VERY VERY slow burn I will warn. :) Enjoy! Sydney Kelly #1 shadow singer 23/02/22 #1 sarahjmass 14/06/22 #1 illyrians 05/09/22 #1 hybern 09/09/22 #1 acosf 08/04/23 #1 thenightcourt 08/04/23

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