Before the priest can finish speaking it, the temple doors are torn from their hinges, and Elara is dragged into the night by the very man the gods have just bound her to a prince raised to be her enemy,
now the only thing standing between her and the assassins sent to kill her before the mark can "finish what it started."
Kael doesn't want this bond any more than she does. Four hundred years ago, a mark like this one appeared and instead of uniting two kingdoms, it started a war that nearly erased them both.
He's spent two years secretly digging through buried archives trying to prove the history he was raised on is a lie built to keep two bloodlines apart.
Now the fire has chosen again.
The mark is burned into both their wrists, undeniable and inseparable. And as Elara and Kael are hunted through enemy territory by soldiers from both their kingdoms each side trained since birth to see the other as the enemy they start to uncover a truth far more dangerous than a curse:
Someone rewrote the prophecy on purpose. And someone has been waiting four hundred years to finish what the last war started.
The gods have chosen them. Their kingdoms want them dead. And the only way out is through a truth someone buried on purpose.
