The Assassin. The King. The Fire.
Sophia Moreau doesn't miss. Twelve kills, zero detections, no one has ever seen her coming. When her grandmother hands her the contract—infiltrate the Ember Court, eliminate the ancient king who burned her bloodline out of existence six hundred years ago—she takes it. She has a poison blade. She has a plan. She has absolutely no idea what she's walking into.
Ignatius Pyrion has been King of the Ember Court for nine centuries. He knows she's coming. He looked into the forge fire and saw her face. He is going to let her in.
The Blood Debt Prophecy named her. His body craves her.
When her pre-heat tips under his bare hands—when she goes for the kill and he catches her wrist without turning—Sophia discovers that some targets know you're coming and don't care. That's when the blade drops from her hand. That's when she falls to the forge floor on her knees. That's when she starts making sounds she did not plan to make.
She is very good at her job. This is not going to be her job for much longer.
But when she finds the vault—when she reads his handwriting across six hundred years of records, and finds her grandmother's real name among them, aged eleven, status: unaccounted—Sophia has to decide what she actually is.
The weapon her grandmother aimed.
The last Bloodwork heir.
Or the Forge Queen of the Ember Court.
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Why You'll Burn Through This:
Sophia Moreau doesn't miss. Twelve kills, zero detections, no one has ever seen her coming. When her grandmother hands her the contract—infiltrate the Ember Court, eliminate the ancient king who burned her bloodline out of existence six hundred years ago—she takes it. She has a poison blade. She has a plan. She has absolutely no idea what she's walking into.
Ignatius Pyrion has been King of the Ember Court for nine centuries. He knows she's coming. He looked into the forge fire and saw her face. He is going to let her in.
The Blood Debt Prophecy named her. His body craves her.
When her pre-heat tips under his bare hands—when she goes for the kill and he catches her wrist without turning—Sophia discovers that some targets know you're coming and don't care. That's when the blade drops from her hand. That's when she falls to the forge floor on her knees. That's when she starts making sounds she did not plan to make.
She is very good at her job. This is not going to be her job for much longer.
But when she finds the vault—when she reads his handwriting across six hundred years of records, and finds her grandmother's real name among them, aged eleven, status: unaccounted—Sophia has to decide what she actually is.
The weapon her grandmother aimed.
The last Bloodwork heir.
Or the Forge Queen of the Ember Court.
—
Why You'll Burn Through This:
- Hunter is hunter: She's the killer who fails. He's the target who was waiting for her to try. Dark omegaverse dubcon like you’ve never seen before.
Ember Court anatomy: Fire magic carved into every ridge, a two-stage lock, and a knot she begs for before she knows she's going to.
The forge: Two people whose emotional language is making things, and one forge between them.
Heritage and reckoning: The last heir of the bloodline he destroyed. Six hundred years of his guilt meeting six hundred years of her family’s secrets.
"You were going to put a blade in my throat," he says, against her ear.She tries to say something cutting. What comes out is not that.
SCORCHED is Book Six in the Dark Faeverse series. It can be read as a standalone but is best enjoyed in order.
Genre: Paranormal Romance