Truth unspoken

One week to rewrite a war. One week to survive the monster who took her.

Vyrlla is a daughter of the Light-a Fae writer who believed the world was as simple as the stories she told. But the stories never prepared her for the day the shadows would reach out and snatch her. Kidnapped from the golden ridges of her homeland and dragged into a fortress of ash and iron, Vyrlla finds her world turned upside down.

The "mindless monsters" of Fae legend have names, they have families, and they are starving.

At the center of it all is Azric, the Commander of the Night-Stalkers. He is a predator with eyes that shift from violet to a soul-consuming black-the man who stole her from her life only to clothe her in indigo silks and arm her with a pen. He is cold, blunt, and stained with the blood of her kind, yet he is the only thing standing between her and a city that wants her dead.

The ultimatum is simple: Vyrlla has seven days to write a record of the truth. If the ink on her pages can't stop the coming slaughter, Azric will stop being her protector and become her executioner. In a city of stone where the sun never rises, Vyrlla must find the words to bridge the gap-before the eighth day dawns in blood.

Azric tucks a stray hair behind my ear, his touch making me shiver. "You have been the greatest reward, little bird," he whispers. I think for a moment he will kiss me before our goodbye, but instead, I feel a sharp, cold pain. I look down, my blood pooling from my stomach and onto his dagger. "But I do not have the luxury of enjoying a reward in a war."