Prologue **Bound by Moon and Flame** The Night the Moon Wept Fire** The demon prince knelt in his own blood, wings broken, as his angel lover placed their newborn son in his arms. "Name him Kael," Seraphine whispered, silver tears burning her cheeks. "It means 'storm' in the old tongue." The celestial arrows in her back glowed brighter. They'd hunted her across three realms for this sin - for loving him, for bearing his child. Across the human world, a midwife bundled a squalling girl with strange silver eyes. "The time-walker is born," she muttered. "Lirae will want her heart." As the moon turned red, both infants wailed in unison - though miles apart, their cries harmonized like a promise. ---