He took everything from me—my scales, my power, my loyalty—and repaid it by reducing my clan to ash the very day he rose to Emperor.
I should have stayed dead.
Instead, I return to the morning of my wedding, to the moment before it all went wrong.
He assumes I'll bow my head once more.
But I turn away from him and ask the raven in the corner, the one everyone fears, to be my husband.
They think I'm making a desperate mistake.
I know better.
The raven is no prisoner of a curse—he's the greatest power in this world.
And this time, I stand with the right one.