When Fox Tudor vanished through that demon portal, he left a hollow ache in my magic—and my heart. My shadow princes insist my vampire professor played us all, that he chose the demons over me.

But I know Fox. The man who saved me, who trained me, who loved me, wouldn't just abandon us.

Not when the realm is tearing apart at the seams.

Demon portals are ripping through our world. The Empress demands answers I don't have. Beaufort can't hide his royal blood much longer, Thorne's control is slipping, and Dray still doesn't bear my mark. We're fracturing when we need to be strongest.

Everyone says I should let Fox go. That I should accept he chose his fate.

But my light recognizes darkness when it sees it—and whatever took Fox, it wasn't his choice.