She faked a bond to survive. Now a storm prince is playing along— and he plays dangerously well.

 She claimed him with a lie.

The storm prince made it truth.

Jasira was never meant to leave the altar alive. Chosen as the next sacrifice to the Aetheri—ancient, beautiful, and terrifying beings who demand blood for protection—her fate was sealed the moment the priests dragged her to the stone ring.

There’s only one hope for her survival, a desperate lie: that she is already bonded to one of their princes.
But when her claim draws the eye of Elytharion—the storm prince feared for his power and unpredictability—Jasira is swept into a treacherous game between rival courts. Each court wants something from her, but Elytharion’s plan may be the most dangerous of them all. His storm-dark gaze promises ruin and salvation in equal measure.

Every smile hides a dagger.
Every word feels like a dance.
Every kiss feels like a trap.

In a world of lace and lies,
Jasira must embrace the storm or let it consume her.