I was supposed to die by a knife through my heart that night.
But the stars of Verenthia have a different plan for me—which is to get kidnapped by a snow-white lynx that shouldn't even be real, and held hostage by a sentient building. Yes, I said building. For real. Rune is gone. The lifebond with the Seelie Prince is broken. And I'm trapped in a court of frost and silence, hunted by a damn truth that refuses to stay buried. And it all ties back to a dead queen whose face I just so happen to wear. Now I have to uncover who she was, what she did both to herself and to me, and why. Because something is stirring in Verenthia, something ancient that I am most definitely not prepared for. As luck would have it, nobody gives a shit about my feelings, but that's okay. I'm nothing if not stubborn, and I do manage to find my way to Rune eventually. I even ended up meeting his dad. Not the smartest move I could have made, though. Because it turns out, the Midnight King doesn't like surprises. Especially the kind that look like me.
