The Soul the veil kept: BOOK TWO

Six years after the Convergence that cost her everything, Wren Ashcombe has learned how to carry grief the way a Dawnwarden carries duty - quietly, and alone.

Then a stranger is found unconscious at the border, one eye gold as sunrise, one eye silver as a winter moon, carrying magic no living body should be able to hold. He remembers nothing. Not his name. Not his home. Not how he came to lie at the exact seam where two kingdoms meet.

But he says her name in his sleep.

As Wren fights to understand what - or who - has returned to her, she uncovers a truth both kingdoms have spent three hundred years burying: the Veil was never a gift freely given. It was a debt extracted from two lovers who never got to choose, and the price of finally setting it right may cost her the very thing she's just dared to hope for again.

Some bonds outlast death. Not all of them survive the truth.