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Her name has been on the slate since the Crown ruled her family owed a debt that could only be paid in bodies. By sundown, half the condemned will be ash on the wind off the cliffs. Wren expects to be among them. Instead, she lays her hand on the last dragon egg in the world, an egg the Crown believes it destroyed a hundred years ago, and it does not burn her.
The bond comes with a price written in the oldest ledger of her people. A dragon spends its rider's years to fuel its fire. Every burst of speed, every killing turn, costs Wren days, months, pieces of a life she has barely begun to live. She is eighteen, and the arithmetic says she will not see twenty.
Worse, her survival has made her the most dangerous person in the realm. Kaelen Vorth, the Warden of the Wall, was sent to oversee her death. He did not order the blade that came for her in the dark. And as the Crown reaches past him to finish what it started, the Warden must decide whether he is the Crown's instrument or his own man, while the girl who cannot be killed quietly learns the truth the Crown has hidden for ten thousand years. The fire was never a weapon. It was a grief no one was ever allowed to finish.
A slow-burn, closed-door fantasy romance about debt, defiance, and the fire we choose to carry. For readers who like their heroines unbreakable, their wardens worth redeeming, and their dragons paid for in heartbeats.
The Crown decided she was nothing. The last dragon in the world disagreed.
Light the candle. It will not burn.
