Something is wrong inside her.

It’s changing her.

She chased her loved ones into the dark, and they stumbled out with monsters beneath their skin. Now they are less than they were, but destined for so much more.

If they survive training.

And if her new commander doesn’t kill her first.

The boy-prince she saved as a child is now the unforgiving, terrifying man in charge of her future. They are bound in a way neither can escape: two forces as opposite as sunrise and shadow, drawn together as inevitably as the dawn collides with the sky.

But don’t misunderstand.

This is not a love story.

The king has already decided that she will be married to one of his other sons—regardless of her opinion on the matter.

So let this be a story of war instead.

She will wage war on the magic awakening beneath her skin. On the power-ravenous king who would do anything to control her. On the many hands that seek to mould her, shape her, and shackle her.

But most of all … she will wage war on him. Prince Chasin. Her commander. Her tormentor.

Let this story end with a dagger in his treacherous heart.

Let her carve his influence from her soul.

Let her make him suffer as she has suffered.

Let her have this one, small thing.