The night Kael Draven first felt fear was the night he touched her.
Her skin burned beneath his fingers—not with heat, but recognition.
Witch blood.
Impossible.
The laws of Hell were clear.
Witches were extinct.
And devils were forbidden from love.
Yet when Elara looked up at him with trembling defiance, Kael knew one truth:
If the realms demanded her life,
he would burn them all.