Lyraelle wakes in a cage with pain in her body and holes where her memories should be. She knows iron is dangerous before she remembers why. She knows how to fight before she remembers who taught her. And she knows, with absolute certainty, that whoever put her in the crucible intends to use her until there is nothing left. The fae world around her is brutal, built on masters, guards, trials, and the quiet acceptance of suffering. Lyraelle refuses to accept any of it. Her survival brings her into the orbit of the Nightstings, dangerous brothers who have carved their own place in a realm where weakness is consumed. Kaelor, Varian, Aric, and the men around them do not offer easy trust, but they recognize the weapon Lyraelle has been forced to become and the woman still fighting beneath it. As attraction deepens into something more complicated, each man gives her a different piece of what was stolen: safety, choice, weapons made for her hands, and the terrifying possibility of belonging without surrender. But Lyraelle’s missing past is not empty. People recognize her beneath glamors. Enemies call her by names she does not understand. Old factions move when they learn she is alive, and the truth behind her captivity could reshape every alliance the Nightstings depend on. To reclaim herself, Lyraelle will have to survive the people who broke her, decide what to do with the memories that return, and choose whether vengeance is enough. In a world forged by cruelty, she is ready to become something sharper than the blade meant to destroy her.
Lyraelle wakes in a cage with pain in her body and holes where her memories should be. She knows iron is dangerous before she remembers why. She knows how to fight before she remembers who taught her. And she knows, with absolute certainty, that whoever put her in the crucible intends to use her ...