Ariadne Locke doesn’t believe in fate.
She believes in blood, silence, and keeping her family small, sharp, and inconveniently loyal.
Liam Westwood thought he was volunteering for a hunt — maybe revenge, maybe redemption. What he got was a banshee with a voice that can split the Veil, a witch cult whispering his name, and a team of misfits who’ve already claimed each other in ways he can’t explain.
They don’t trust him. Ariadne barely speaks to him. And something old and hungry is echoing her scream across the city.
She’s not what he expected.
And that might be the most dangerous thing of all.