"Close your eyes, Maya."

Every time I hear his voice, ice scalds my veins. It's all in my head. He's not real.

At least, not until he's standing in front of me with his eyes as black as coal and wings like ash spread wide behind him.

Either I need to be admitted to the psych hospital, or the god of fire from my dreams is standing in the street of my hometown claiming I am his.

A dark, urban, Sleeping Beauty retelling, featuring fated mates, elemental gods, and portals to another world.