In the celestial kingdom of Valkaryn, where gods command storms and dragons guard ancient skies, Astra has always known she was different - touched by power, but forbidden to use it. Hidden among immortals, she's spent her life under watchful eyes and stricter rules, never knowing why.
When a brutal attack shatters the peace of Valkaryn, Astra is assigned a guardian: Kael, a mysterious god-warrior whose loyalty is unquestioned, and whose silence hides scars older than empires.
He is sworn to protect her.
She is determined to uncover the truth they keep buried.
But dark forces are rising - naming her as something dangerous. Something divine.
As Astra and Kael travel through realms of fire, frost, and ancient magic, fate begins twisting their paths together... in ways neither of them are ready to face.
And the closer they get to uncovering the truth
the more powerful, forbidden, and inevitable their connection becomes.
Some destinies are written in prophecy.
Others are forged in blood, longing, and war.
But one thing is certain:
Fate is coming. And it wants her.
"...Is she feverish?" Harlow asked flatly.
"I'm not feverish." I snapped.
"You're babbling about falling out of the sky and magical doors," Harlow countered. "And your pupils are unfocused."
"They are not unfocused!"
Beladora stepped closer and cupped my cheeks, turning my face toward the light. "Oh, sweetheart... your eyes are a little glassy."
I pulled my face back, groaning. "I'm not sick!"
Harlow folder her arms. "Bel, get the thermometer."
My jaw dropped. "Absolutely not."
Beladora smiled warmly. Too warmly. "Absolutely yes."
Harlow lifted me from the chair with one arm, like I weighed the same as a scarf and deposited me on her hip.
(Picture from pinterst: @esterscanon)