Everything changed on my eighteenth birthday. My life, as I knew it, ended as I was thrust into a dark kingdom to embrace a destiny I had been blissfully unaware of.
Trained to fight.
Molded into a weapon.
It falls to me fulfill an ancient prophecy to save the Fae.
Thankfully, I won't be fighting alone. Ezra is an elite warrior with jet black hair and artic blue eyes that exude confidence. With him I feel safe. Protected.
Yet that feeling is fleeting. Malicious magic is destroying the land, and the only thing strong enough to break it's curse is the blood surging through my veins. How much of myself must I sacrifice to protect the Fae? Will it be enough to defeat the goddess of winter?