I trusted the wrong person and was shoved into the Veil. I came out changed—scarred, darker, and marked by power that burns in my veins. The Veil didn’t kill me. It unlocked something worse. Now I’m done being managed. Done being protected from myself. Done forgiving. Auron betrayed me. His father ordered it. And I’m going to make them pay. But revenge gets messy when the man who shoved me into darkness is the only one who truly understands what crawled back out. Hatred blurs into desire, and the line between enemy and ally vanishes. The Veil claimed me as its own. The academy, the Bloodborn, and every hidden power beyond the wards are about to discover what that means. They created the monster. I’m done pretending I won’t unleash it.