Third Part: Crossing Between Worlds

Yvelia. A name that vibrates with the chill of betrayal. Saeris wakes in a white, savage land, where trees are frozen blades and the air hurts to breathe. The man waiting for her is not human. He is Fae. And not just any Fae. He is Dairon Kingfisher, heir of a dormant war, hunter of secrets… and her captor.

—Your arrival is no accident —he says in a voice of ice—. You’re the first of your kind in a thousand years to step onto our lands. You don’t know what you’ve done.

Saeris doesn’t understand. Not yet. But she will.

They take her to a castle carved into the mountain, where the walls whisper in dead tongues and the halls are full of stares that want her to fall. There, she discovers her existence is an anomaly, a spark of alchemy in a world ruled by Fae magic. And more: the gauntlet has sealed something inside her, something that can either destroy or save both realms.

Dairon, nicknamed "Death" among his people, is her only guide. And also her constant threat. He trains her, pushes her, throws her into combat against beasts of ice and flame just to see how far she can go. —If you’re going to survive here, you must be more than human —he says with a coldness that hides storms.