She is fire, stoked by grief, forged in rage, burning for revenge.
He is the sea, unpredictable, merciless, waiting to consume her whole.
Helena Carys was meant to marry Prince Johan, noble, honorable, the realm's golden heir.
But disgrace has stained her bloodline, for she is the first in generations unable to unlock her magic.
Without a dowry to bargain, a father to intervene and her name ruined, she is given to the King's bastard instead.
Kieran Inero, the half-blood Fae who spends his days in fighting pits, evenings in gambling dens, and nights in brothels.
Too human to wield power.
Too Otherborn to be ignored.
Her ancestors, if any lived, would drown themselves before seeing the last of their house bound to a half-blood.
But at least she isn't marrying a fool...
For it takes a clever man to murder the High Warlock and walk away with his daughter as the prize.
As Helena is dragged into a court of illusions, where lies wear crowns and magic hides daggers, she realizes her fate has always been written by others.
Until now.
Because fire does not kneel.
And the sea cannot drown a woman who has already decided to burn.
When 𝐌𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 has to move back to Cedarsville, the perfect, glittering village of her childhood, she expects to pick up right where she left off: rich, admired, untouchable.
But Cedarsville remembers, and so does 𝐀𝐮𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤.
Once, they were inseparable: two girls building worlds in a treehouse, dreaming about forever.
Until Aubrey kissed her, and Mia called it gross, and everything broke.
Mia's family whisked her away to England. Aubrey stayed behind to become the outcast everyone whispered about.
Now, six years later, Mia's back.
Aubrey's still the same: clever, sharp, a little desperate to be seen, and Mia's still pretending she feels nothing at all.
It's not a love story.
It's obsession, humiliation, revenge, and the kind of attention that burns more than it heals.
They destroy each other slowly, intimately. Because somewhere deep down, they both think it's what they deserve.