A secret society of witches lurk in the shadows of this world. They go by many names, but one truth stands: they are the power behind the mask, the puppeteers who pull the strings.

I was born into the elites of the Videralli. But all that power and privilege turned on me when my true nature was revealed.

I am a witch without magic. A dormant one.

A deadblood.

Friends turn to foe—and a once-love becomes an enemy.

Dray Sinclair exists to inherit the world, and to ruin mine. His torment of me is unrelenting, his hatred deeper than the Viderallis influence. And at Bluestone Academy, away from the rules of elite society, Dray unleashes a special kind of hell on me.

A stain on our bloodlines.

I am Olivia Craven, a deadblood, and I have one goal: survive my final year at Bluestone Academy with my mind and body intact.

“Look how easily you submit; how easily you cry; how quickly you beg… I wonder Nari, when I'm through with you… How softly you'll die?”

Welcome to the brutal world of the light and the dark fae—and their ruthless love.

To break a dark fae's heart is a death wish.

A fatal slight, one Nari will pay for in her blood—

And Daxeel comes to collect.

When her sister can't stand in the Sacrament, Nari is faced with the horror of the task—she must be the one to represent the family in this brutal battle between light and dark.

Nari's skills aren't for war, and it's no lie to say she will die in the Sacrament. No chance of survival—and all her hope to escape the bloodbath rests with the one dark fae who's desire is to have her then destroy her.

Daxeel.

He's as merciless as he is beautiful, and she's no longer the light to his dark. They aren't young fae anymore, stealing moments under willow trees—he is a warrior, strong and callous and carved from ice.

Nari is just the halfling who shamed him ten years ago.

All that keeps her alive is a flimsy bargain, one that has an expiry date.

Time is against her. Nari only has one month to escape her duty to the Sacrament and to win back Daxeel's cold, dead heart.

If she doesn't die trying.

“I've made it very clear that I intend to hurt you, Nari. But nothing I can do to you will ever mend the shame you committed against me. This war will end in blood.”

Welcome to the brutal world of the light and the dark fae—and their ruthless love.

Nari stole Daxeel's love,

And then she stole the evate bond.

Now, she's foolish enough to think she won.

Daxeel is only just starting.

Nari sold her life to Daxeel—all for escape from the Sacrament.

Now, a slave in his home for a whole month, she walks the shadows that curse the halls and hears the whispers of the secrets all around. It's sure starting to feel like everyone is in on the grander plan—and Nari is nothing more than a pawn.

She thought she won this war between her and Daxeel.

Truth is, she wandered right into his trap.

Twisted bargains with Daxeel spared Nari from the first passage—but now, he has stolen her away into a month of slavery in his home… and he has no intention of saving her from the final passage.