She was supposed to be just another hire—a struggling artist he could patronize and discard. But Feyre Archeron didn't flinch at the cut of his smile, didn't simper when he invaded her space. Now, against the velvet dark of the city at his feet, he's teaching her exactly what it means to be claimed by a High Lord. The media empire knows she's his; the world will learn soon enough.
The golden High Lord of Spring, a warrior cursed and a lover who mistakes control for protection. Powerful, wounded, well-meaning and ruinous; the first court Feyre knew, and the cage she had to break to become herself.
Illyrian General · commander of the Night Court armies
Cassian
A bastard-born Illyrian warrior risen to command Rhysand's armies, all swagger and scars and a loyalty that runs to the bone. Brash, warm, spoiling for a fight and gentler than he'll admit; the wall between his family and the dark.
Shadowsinger · spymaster of the Night Court
Azriel
The Night Court's shadow-wreathed spymaster, quiet where Cassian is loud, who gathers secrets in the dark and holds his own closest of all. Still, lethal, endlessly patient; a torturer's history and a poet's silences, in love with things he will not let himself reach for.
