The Throne

THIRD BOOK

She offered them peace.

They poisoned Luis anyway.

With one strike against the kingdom's walls Aaliyah Black declared a war she never wanted - and then disappeared into it alone. The last barrier between her and the full depth of her power is gone, taken by grief she cannot contain and rage she has stopped trying to. Her ice no longer waits to be summoned. It simply follows her, spreads with her emotions, answers things she hasn't yet named.
She is stronger than she has ever been. She is more dangerous than she intended to become. And she is running - not from the war, not from Rob or Medea or the wreckage she left behind - but from the one person whose grief she cannot stand inside without falling apart herself.

Kaelin is looking for her anyway.

He doesn't chase people. He never has. But somewhere between Luis's death and a collapsed wall with her name carved into it, something in him stopped caring about that distinction.
The war spreads. Medea's true agenda surfaces. The human kingdom fractures from within. And underneath all of it - two people moving through opposite ends of the same destruction, with everything unspoken between them becoming impossible to keep that way.

She ran toward the cold.

He followed.

Some things cannot be outrun. Some fires burn even in ice.