Aeson and I can never be anything but enemies. He may not know that yet, but it’s only a matter of time. Yes, he burns bright and hot, and the cold dark parts of my broken soul crave that heat, but it could never work. A moth will never survive its love for fire. Ice will always bow to the sun. And I can never be Aeson Noctis’s mate, not when I’m here to become his reckoning.
