Veil of Nyx

Before Olympus had a throne... there was Night.

And Night gave birth to something the gods were never meant to find.

Hidden within the golden cruelty of Olympus is a girl no one is supposed to remember. Kallista is nothing more than a forgotten presence in the shadows of gods' children-soft-spoken, overlooked, erased from attention as easily as breath disappears into air. The world has always looked away from her, and she has learned to survive inside that blindness.

But some things were never meant to stay hidden.

When Erevos, the so-called blind and broken prince of the Underworld, steps into her world, everything fractures. He sees her-truly sees her-in a way no one ever has. Not as a girl. Not as invisible. But as something far older, far more dangerous, and far more divine than Olympus was prepared to remember.

Erevos is not what he seems. Neither weak nor blind, he is the heir of shadows who has spent his life watching gods pretend they are untouchable. And when he looks at Kallista, he does not see innocence.

He sees awakening.

But the gods are not blind.

The heirs of Olympus begin to circle her like wolves drawn to a forgotten flame. Secrets buried beneath Tartarus stir. The Primordial Night begins to remember what was stolen from her.

And love-when it finally comes for Kallista-does not arrive gently.

It arrives like a claim.

As obsession.

As fate.

As something neither gods nor death can undo.

Because Kallista is not just being watched.

She is being found.

And once the truth of what she is begins to rise, Olympus will have only two choices:

Bow...

Or burn.