Some bloodlines demand blood.
When witches die, the sun stops rising.
In the Borgomir Republic, blood magic is a crime. It's the only power Idonea knows, and she's not afraid to use it to find her mother.
Then the Order assigns a daemon hunter to guard her.
Lysander is cold, lethal, and built to destroy her kind. She shouldn't want him. He was built to never want at all.
As the space between captor and captive blurs, Idonea uncovers a truth she was never meant to find; one that will unravel everything.
To stop what's coming, she may have to give up everything she's bled for. Including him.