They ruined me once. Now I want them to do it all over again.

There are three rules in the dark alleys of Duskmoor:
1. Never trust a Nightveil Stalker.
2. Never show your magic.
3. And never — ever — fall for the bastards who broke you.
I broke all three.
Sylvaris. Vexarion. Draevor.
The Triad. My tormentors. My obsession.
Years ago, they stole my soul in front of an entire congregation, left my body humming with shame and fury — and something far worse: craving.
Now I'm back. Bleeding. Hunted. Hiding in their mansion of void and shadow, soaked to the bone in secrets I can't outrun.
They said they'd protect me.
They said they've changed.
They said they still remember what I taste like when I beg.
Sylvaris pins me against stone walls like I'm a sin he never confessed.
Vexarion whispers promises between my thighs while healing wounds he can't see.
Draevor? Draevor draws me naked in his spellbook and kisses me like he's starving.
They're broken gods — cruel, ruthless, unholy.
And they want me to kneel.
But this time, I'm not the girl they shattered.
This time, I'll make them burn for me.
Even if it means losing everything — again.

One girl. Three monsters. And a bond forged in blood, vengeance, and unspeakable pleasure.

Thorns of Night and Flame is Book One of the Nightveil Covenant — a dark romantasy trilogy where trauma bleeds into lust, enemies become obsessions, and no one touches her without getting cut.

Come hungry. Leave wrecked.