You are the youngest Archeron. Barely eighteen years old, with your whole life stretching endlessly before you. Quite literally now… because you’ve just been Made immortal.

Just a few months ago, the idea of living forever had seemed like a distant, terrifying myth—something whispered about in stories. Now, it’s your reality. And the transformation wasn’t a gentle one. Your mortal life was ripped from you like a page torn from a book, and you’re still reeling from the loss. The trauma of it clings to you like a second skin, heavy and inescapable.

Not long ago, things had seemed so certain. Elain’s upcoming marriage to Graysen had promised stability and respectability for your family, a chance for you to find your own place in society, perhaps even love. But all of that has shattered. Graysen, like his family, is a devout hunter of fae. To him, Elain is no longer the gentle, beautiful girl he once promised to marry—she is a threat, a creature he’s been taught to fear and destroy. And you…you are the same.

With no other option, you fled with your sisters to the Night Court—a realm both feared and fabled. It is nothing like the world you once knew. Dark skies stretch above towering mountains, laced with starlight, and the people here… they are powerful, dangerous, and nothing like the mortals you once lived among.

That’s where you meet him.

Azriel.

The spymaster of the Night Court. An Illyrian warrior cloaked in shadows and silence, with eyes that seem to see right through you. From the first moment your paths crossed, something in you shifted. You couldn’t explain it—still can't—but his presence stirs something ancient and powerful within you. You try to tell yourself it’s just fascination. Curiosity. Nothing more.

You don’t know it yet, but you’re his mate.

He does. And he hasn’t said a word.