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by Briar Solis
The sky temple is falling. Above Cinderward citadel, a ruin the size of a god’s fist groans against its failing wards, and fae warden Ravel Ashcroft can feel every fracture in the rune-chain like a crack across his own ribs. He has kept faith with the crown through blood and silence and sacrifice—but the last intact ward cannot be held by one pair of hands alone.
Sylvane Vane arrives in irons, rebel commander and the woman who has wanted Ravel dead for three years, ever since her sister vanished in the ritual where he chose to sacrifice a lover’s true name. Now the Cinderward crown has bound them together—magic lashed to magic, pulse to pulse—in a co-command rite that punishes betrayal with death. Trust him or die. She has never hated anyone more.
As the siege tightens and ash falls like black snow over the citadel, their enforced proximity becomes something neither of them can name without danger. Every argument bleeds into charged silence. Every act of protection costs more than strategy. And buried beneath the parapet, in a hidden ward-chamber still hungry with old gods’ will, the truth about that long-ago ritual waits—a truth that will shatter everything Ravel believed he owed the dead, and everything Sylvane believed she was owed in return.
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