He’s the untouchable emperor until Talin catches his attention. Lîrchon Rhyke commands nations. His word absolute, and his heart guarded against weakness. But the whispers surrounding the Death Wing, Talin, ignite a different kind of hunger. Talin is a dangerous enigma, a shadow haunted by rumors of the Dark Magic. A forbidden fascination takes root within him, a need to possess what he shouldn’t crave. He’s more than a mere curiosity. He’s a key. And Lîrchon will have him, no matter the cost.

Death Wing. That’s what they call him. Talin’s jet-black wings mark him as the dreaded reincarnation of the Sylvan who nearly destroyed the world. He craves acceptance, a life beyond the shadows, but his curse keeps him chained. Lîrchon Rhyke, the ruthless Alaian emperor, sees past Talin’s appearance, igniting a spark within him. A dangerous connection, a taste of belonging he never dared to dream of. But a stolen scroll containing powerful magic draws his curiosity, all the while Emperor Rhyke offers him a glimpse of a future he shouldn’t want, because it only spells disaster.

Saeris Belmont, golden heir, was meant for great things. Instead, he’s saddled with babysitting Talin Kierlis, the man he loves to hate. Talin is a bumbling fool who manages to crumble Saeris’ beliefs brick by brick. And that makes Talin dangerous, but Saeris can’t stray from his task. Not when Emperor Rhyke’s interest in Talin goes beyond elegant smiles. He’s glinting fangs with a bloody past. A cunning monster, ready to pounce. And external threats only complicate matters, and his bumbling ward is heading straight for the danger.