Description

He's the last wall between worlds. She's the only one who can keep him from crumbling.

Alina
I'm a Jersey girl with an environmental geology degree, a beat-up Jeep, and a serious thing for solid ground. Sinkholes, cracked foundations, bad-tempered clients? Easy.
Random earthquakes rattling New Jersey and dreams of a black-winged Demon with angel eyes? Not so much.
Then he shows up. Dagan, Lord of Earth.
He says the tremors are bleeding in from his world—Nightfall.
He says I'm his viyella. His fated mate.
The last key he needs to help his brothers stop the SoulTakers from destroying the source of all dreams.
I didn't plan on leaving my world.
I definitely didn't plan on falling for a broody, battle-scarred demon who treats me like I'm the only solid thing he's ever had.
But when every realm is on the brink…
How do I walk away from the man who finally feels like home?

Dagan
I am Dagan, Lord of Earth.
Warden of the Rooted Marches. Winged demon of stone and storm.
The bones of Nightfall speak through me—every quake, every fracture, every wound.
The SoulTakers want to bleed the realm dry and unmake every world.
Together with Alaric, Kael, and Thorne we must stop them.
But my brothers have found their viyellas. Their bonds blaze bright.
And still, the Prime's crown remains silent.
I'm the last. And it's taken me longer than the rest, but I've finally found her.
Alina Fawcett. Stubborn. Brilliant. Grounded. Utterly unafraid of me.
I told myself I needed only her strength for the final war.
But when her hand slides into mine and the earth goes quiet, I know the truth.
I don't just want her power. I want her.
If I'm going to save Nightfall—and every world it touches—I'll risk the one thing I've always kept buried. My heart.