I never asked for this.

I never asked for magic to awaken inside me, for shadows to start watching my every move. I never asked for Ronan Blackwood—cold, untouchable, and infuriating—to be the one who’s supposed to train me. And I sure as hell never asked to be part of some ancient prophecy that says I’m the key to stopping the world from falling apart.

But fate doesn’t care what I want.

Now, power I don’t understand is surging through me, enemies I can’t see are closing in, and the one person who’s supposed to help me is the one person I can’t stand. Except… when he looks at me like that, when his guard slips for just a moment, I start to wonder if there’s more to him than the walls he’s built.

I was never meant for this world. But if I don’t figure out who I am—and what I can do—I won’t survive it.