What happens when a powerful sorceress falls in love with a vampire fledgling? The world burns. Revenge, forbidden love, tragic pasts, and secrets. Catriona doesn't remember her name, where she lives, or even her appearance. All she knows is that she has powerful magic and that HE must pay for what HE did to her. Unfortunately, she doesn't remember who HE is or really what HE did. All she knows is that sick sour feeling in her stomach when she remembers that hand reaching for her, and that her last act will be to watch HIM die bleeding at her feet. There's no dying until then. Never mind the magic that tethers her to three strangers and threatens to strip her of her mind. Never mind the pain that comes when they're too far apart, like razor wire slicing in her brain. Everything is a distraction from making HIM pay... except maybe Vrythien. The pale elf has his secrets, more than even her empty mind holds. Beautiful enough to be ruinous, he's too pretty to be a distraction almost as though he's made to draw her in... and keep her from doing what she needs to survive.