SERAPHINE -before sin had a name

Before the world was made, before man was carved from dust and woman from bone two forces that were never meant to touch, touched anyway.
Eiran. God of all creation. Golden, boundless, the architect of everything that exists.
Nyx. Ruler of darkness. Deep, fierce, beautiful in the way wildfires are beautiful consuming everything and apologizing for nothing.
Their love was the first sin. Their daughter was the consequence.
Born in blood and fire, hidden beneath ancient waters to protect her from a world that wanted her dead before she drew her first breath she was sealed away. Forgotten. Given to a woman whose prayers were too pure to ignore and a life too ordinary to suspect.
She goes by Sera.
Eighteen years old. Daughter of the wealthy August family. She has her mother's warmth and her father's name and something else entirely that belongs to neither of them red hair threaded with gold that holds light the way light recognizes something in it and wants to stay. Eyes that look back at you with considerably more knowledge than they should have.
She doesn't know what she is.
She doesn't know why she keeps dreaming of fire and two figures she can never reach. She doesn't know why a boy with black eyes looked at her across a library like she was the last thing he would ever see and then bled and fell and died. She doesn't know why the new boy at school looks at her like he has been looking for her since before she existed. She doesn't know why something inside her moves like a tide she cannot control, like a door opening onto a room she has no memory of but recognizes completely.
She doesn't know yet.
But something is coming that will make her remember.
And when she does nothing in either world will ever be the same.
Some loves are too large for one lifetime.
Some secrets are too large for one world.
And some girls were never meant to stay ordinary.