The Cauldron Wrath

Clare Beddor died screaming under the hands of the Fae.
Her sister rose from the ashes determined to make them pay.

Celeste Beddor entered Prythian as a human.
She returned from the Cauldron as something else-
something ancient, something burning, something the Fae were never meant to survive.

A phoenix.

Hidden in Velaris as a quiet refugee, Celeste waits.
Watches.
Learns every weakness the Night Court thinks it doesn't have.

The day she finally strikes, the world burns.

Feyre almost dies.
Rhys is seconds from ash.
And the two Illyrian warriors who leap between Celeste's fire and their High Lady feel something impossible snap into place.

A mate bond.
With the woman trying to kill them.

Celeste is captured, but she does not break.
She laughs in Rhysand's face when he questions her.
Because she knows something he doesn't.

"You think I'm the only one coming for you?"

A new enemy rises beyond the horizon-older than the Cauldron itself.
And the only creature powerful enough to stop it is the girl Rhysand should have killed...

...if killing her didn't mean losing Cassian and Azriel forever.

Enemies.
Lovers.
Mates.
And a vengeance bright enough to burn the world.