Arorah's Bond Circle is incomplete.
War is coming.
Decius's power keeps growing
along with the thing inside her.
How can she fight the world when her own is so broken?

The threat of a civil war dangles over the House from a golden thread. Nevermor's heir leads the charge with a strange new magic that is tearing apart the Balance at the seams.
Winter has fled North, to a people cloaked in ferociously guarded secrets that edge him and Pharaoh toward their own battles.
Meanwhile, something is growing inside her that she fears more than anything else. Arorah's only hope is to unite her House and her world under one banner, one dream: Sindara.

My world is being destroyed from the inside out, and it's his fault. The threads of the underworld are tearing, and my only hope to repair them is to abduct the cause. This is not going to be easy, but it must be done.
Even if it kills him.