Phoenix’s healing magic felt like warm honey spreading across Ember’s frozen back. She lay face-down on a bed in chambers […]

Princess Kestrel arrived at dawn, when the Fire Court was at its coolest. Ember watched from her chamber window as

A week into her captivity, Ember met the others. She’d known there were mortal servants in the Fire Court—Lark had

Three days passed in a blur of performance and pretense. Ember learned the rhythm of her captivity. Mornings alone in

Ember had three hours to compose herself before the knock came. She’d spent those hours pacing her chambers, trying to

Ember stared at Prince Blaze across the desk, certain she’d misheard. “You… what?” “I plan to set you free,” he

Ember’s “cell” was nicer than her bedroom at home had been. She stood in the center of the room, chains

Three hours earlier… Blaze Emberclaw hated the mortal markets. He stood in the shadows at the edge of the auction

The iron collar was too tight. Ember Quinn stood on the auction block with her chin raised and her hands