“There is no such thing as escape from here,” he said. “If you want to live, little wolf, you will keep your head down. Even I will not be able to save you.” And then he took my hand and licked the wound on my wrist clean, and the world I knew ended for the second time in one day. Lucielle was supposed to die in the wasteland. Betrayed by the mate she trusted with her pack, her body, and the child beneath her heart, she was exiled to walk into the dark alone. She would have died there, if not for the demon prince who appeared like a spear of light and laid four warriors at her feet without a sound. Now she lives in his palace. She wears his name like a chain. And the longer she stays in the black valley, the more she begins to understand that the prince who saved her cannot have a mate, and the vampire king who is on his way to claim her cannot have one either, and the only thing they have in common is her. Her sister is alive too. Somewhere. A slave in the home that used to be theirs. And the truth that connects all of it is older than any of the three kingdoms.