NIGHT IMMATA

She does not feel. She calculates.

Mortals live, mortals die. It changes nothing.

Then He comes. Clever, proud, human. He steps onto her field and does the unthinkable: defeats her.

She should have ended him.
She didn't.

Now he lingers, an ember in her mind, a flaw in her certainty. His warmth gnaws at her cold edges. His presence bends the path she carved.

This is not love. She was not made for love.

It is something else.
And she may not control it.

A slow burn between a cold tactician and the mortal who fractures her calm, for readers who crave icebound heroines, iron discipline, dangerous obsession, and the slow break of the untouchable.