An impossible choice that can only end in ashes... I know I'm about to be fired. After the civil war, when Sven Mishal accepted the mantle of Phoenix King from Mia Hill, it's the obvious outcome. I was appointed by the late, psychotic King Emberich so he won't see my loyalty to the now devastated flocks. Sven has no choice but to get rid of me. It really doesn't help that he's golden, gorgeous and when I'm near him, my heart literally flutters. Stupid heart. Unrest bubbles beneath the surface of the Phoenix community. Most are still angry about how the conspiracy and coup went down, how badly it destroyed lives, and they blame Sven. Enough to want to kill him. How do I stop an assassination with my own life intact?

Rising from the ashes isn't as easy as it sounds... Finding out just how special my bloodline is wasn't the best thing to ever happen to me. The Phoenix Clans are on the verge of open war. As the Consort of the Phoenix King, I'm sheltered, protected on all sides. It's frustrating because I should be helping. When two flocks have a skirmish, I'm the only one with the skill to solve it. Or so I thought. Things aren't working out quite the way I hoped. It's about to get bad, so bad I'm not sure even my miraculous blood will save me. Or if I've seen my King and love for the last time.

A heartbreaking decision between love and responsibility… The former mad King Emberich is back and out for vengeance. He wants to destroy Sven, my love and sovereign, for daring to stand up to the crazed, bloodthirsty tyrant. I have to stop my father, nothing else matters. I've got allies, sure, but if I call on them there’ll be open warfare between the Dragons and the Phoenixes. No one wants that, least of all me. I know what Sven would say. I should let him go rather than risk everything. But that's not going to happen. He's mine, I'm his, and I'm going to solve this. My heart wars with my duty but I refuse to let either one go.