Calira has spent her life hiding the fire beneath her skin.

In Noctara, fire is not worshipped. It is harvested. Dragon bone powers the empire. Ember-blood feeds its furnaces. And women like Calira are not saved. They are owned.

When a mission to uncover proof of Noctara’s crimes awakens the wings she was never meant to survive, Calira becomes impossible to hide. The last known Ember-Wing. A living threat to a throne built on sacred lies.

Prince Vale was sent to capture her.

Shadow-bound, controlled, and raised as the Cinder King’s most elegant weapon, Vale knows exactly what Noctara does to dangerous things. But Calira’s fire does not burn him. His shadows do not smother her. Instead, their magic recognises something older than the empire itself.

Something forbidden. Something buried. Something waking beneath the world.

Forced together by treason, hunted by the crown, and bound by a power neither of them trusts, Calira and Vale must follow the old roads before Noctara reaches them first.

But the closer they come to the truth, the more dangerous their connection becomes.

Because where shadow holds the flame...

the sleeping sky shall wake.