Her art hides a secret older than empires. His bloodline will kill to possess it.
She was never meant to be found.
He spent seven centuries looking for her anyway.
Zephyrine is a genius hiding in plain sight. In a Renaissance Europe ruled by vampire courts, shifter clans, and ancient magic, women who see too much disappear. So she signs her art with a dead man's name, makes herself invisible, and survives.
Then her mechanical sculpture glows in the dark—and Aleksandr Noctaire notices.
Seven hundred years old. Devastatingly beautiful. Morally grey in all the ways that matter. He is the most powerful vampire in the city, the patron every artist fears, and the one man who sees straight through every mask she wears.
He doesn't want her art.
He wants her.
What begins as a dangerous patronage becomes something neither of them can name—slow burn tension so exquisite it will ruin you, stolen moments in candlelit rooms, and a forbidden desire that builds chapter by devastating chapter until something finally, catastrophically breaks.
But Zephyrine is more than a hidden genius. She is the chosen key to a three-thousand-year-old alchemical network—and the Obsidian Order will do anything to possess her power before she understands it herself.
The world has been erasing women like her for centuries.
She is about to rewrite all of it.
