"You weren't a dream, Freya. You were the knife I
pressed to my own throat—beautiful, cold ,and mine
to bleed for."
PROLOGUE
"We weren't meant to last.
But God, we burned beautifully."
Back then, love tasted like rebellion—like sneaking out at midnight
with wind in our hair and futures we didn't yet fear. Freya Lennox
was chaos wrapped in brilliance, and Lucian Blackbourne was a storm
in a school uniform. Together, they were wildfire.
They met at thirteen.
She had ink on her fingertips, sharp eyes, and a laugh that cracked
his walls.
He had shadows in his smile, and a heart that only she ever really
saw.
Their worlds were nothing alike.
She was all heat and heart—driven by art, dreams, and freedom.
He was heir to cold legacy, shaped by ambition and bloodlines.
But in secret corners of a school that never slept, they carved their
names into everything—books, desks, even each other.
They made promises like fools do—loud, forever ones.
But the world has a way of punishing the young who believe fire can
outlast the rain.
When it ended, it wasn't quiet.
There were slammed doors, ruined letters, and things said that
neither could take back.
Freya left first, but Lucian broke second.
Years passed.
The fire faded—but embers?
Embers remember.
And now, with empires between them and secrets they never buried,
Freya Lennox and Lucian Blackbourne are about to collide again.