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What do you do when the Universe turns out to be a malicious clerk and hands you a medi-cal death sentence with an impending expiration date?
Zoriana has no intention of fainting in a doctor's arms or waiting for anyone's pity. She packs comfortable shoes, her heaviest sarcasm, and moves straight to Velaris. Her plan is brilliant in its simplicity: hole up in the Velaris library, scare off anyone who tries to get close to her, and count down the days to the end in absolute, holy peace. After all, the City of Starlight is the easiest place to hide your own fading.
The problem is that in the Fae world, nothing-and certainly not dying-can be simple.
Instead of isolation, her icy indifference and sharp tongue have the exact opposite effect. Before Zoriana even manages to shelve her first encyclopedia, she has the three most power-ful, stubborn men of two worlds on her hands, who absolutely refuse to acknowledge the word "no":
• Rhysand - the High Lord who treats her resistance as a personal challenge to his inflated ego.
• Azriel - the Silent Spymaster whose murderous shadows suddenly demand the com-pany of an ordinary mortal.
• Ruhn Danaan - the Prince of Midgard, who devoutly believes that an illegal motor-cycle, neon lights, and breaking the rules will cure any ailment.
Zoriana prepared for death. She did not, however, prepare for a testosterone-fueled circus, immortal aristocrats with no self-preservation instinct, and a court that will do anything to drag her into their lives.
Only, how do you defend yourself against feelings when, with every tick of the clock, you have less and less sun left?
This story is a non-profit fanfiction written solely for entertainment purposes. The story was translated from Polish by AI