Death chose Seraphine Valen long before she chose herself. Eighteen years old and soaked in the blood of everyone she ever loved, she rises from the carnage with something no mortal should possess: the power to command death itself. A single touch snuffs out life. A single thought bends destruction to her will. The darkness inside her is awake... and hungry. Her awakening draws the Banes, creatures of nightmare and hunger, eager to possess the weapon she has become. Fleeing a world unraveling into ruin, Seraphine is taken into Death's Castle-an ancient labyrinth where the walls remember every soul that's ever screamed. There she meets an unlikely trinity of allies: a diviner who sees the threads of fate fraying, a war vampire addicted to blood and battle, and a brute whose strength is matched only by his fierce loyalty. But as her ancestry unfolds-a legacy woven from dark and light-a deeper horror stirs in the void, older than gods, older than death. And it has been waiting for her.

"Confidence is just foreplay for disaster," my therapist once said-right before I demonstrated the theory IRL." Nothing screams "I have my life together" quite like a broken heel, face-planting into a man so ridiculously handsome he might literally warp gravity, and my ego left somewhere back on the sidewalk-probably crying into a half-eaten croissant. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Skylar Evans-fresh grad, coding wizard, and caffeine-fueled chaos agent-didn't plan to crash (literally) into Carlos Dartagnan's meticulously dangerous world. But one awkward collision sets off a chain reaction of office sparks, corporate secrets, and eyebrow-raising chemistry that no amount of coffee can debug. Between cryptic codes, shady boardroom maneuvers, and a man who looks at her like she's both the ultimate mistake and the ultimate jackpot, Skylar is about to discover that life's biggest upgrades? They come with zero instructions, a lot of sass, and way too much falling over.