I broke the law when I turned her.

Fiadh was never meant to survive the change—let alone become the first Veilwalker in three thousand years. A myth reborn. A power feared by kings and gods alike.

She should’ve been destroyed.

Instead, I gave her to Tiernan.

Now I watch my brother—the coldest of us all—begin to fracture.

From hatred to fascination.

From tormentor to something far more dangerous.

She fears him. She fights him.

And gods help us all… she’s starting to love him.

Scáithaithe and Naomhmarbh under the same roof.

Under the same skin.

No one knows what it will cost—only that something ancient is stirring.

And once he claims her, there may be no undoing it.