Emma A sliver of light in the back of my mind. A hint of day, of warmth, of something familiar. A king with a bright crown of pure sunlight. But these are all just dreams, ones that needlessly haunt me. I know they are lies. Eraldon is my true king. He is my life, my dark heart. My wings and my fangs—they are his. Whatever memories I have of light, those are falsehoods, ones forced on me by my enemy. By my greatest hate—King Solano. A monster wrapped in sunshine, a liar who killed my friends and my mother. Together, Eraldon and I will end his evil and take his realm. Solano A soft touch of a warm hand. A hint of laughter, of wit, of a clever tongue. A changeling who was made for me. Who is my mate. But I didn’t protect her. She is gone, stolen by the wretch who seeks to take all of Arin, to rule over it and turn it into a wasteland of bloodthirsty seekers. Eraldon took my mate and poisoned her. He will pay with his cursed life. I will not allow Emma to suffer at his hands. I will return to the night realm and once again claim my changeling. But this time, not as a consort. This time, as the rightful queen of day.