Wren Calloway lives as an unpaid servant in her sister-in-law's house, secretly writing the songs that make her niece a rising star. Fourteen years ago a "car accident" took her parents and left a scar across her throat. Now a single stray sheet of music lands at the feet of Caelan Ashford, the cold, perfectionist CEO of Ashford Sound Group, and he wants to know who wrote it. "You?" he laughed coldly, devoid of humor. "You wrote a melody with this much depth, yet you can't even speak a single word properly?" She nods. Her eyes sting, but she refuses to look down. "Good," he whispered right in front of my face, his voice sounding like a verdict. "From this moment on, you will write for me. Every song for the artists under my label must pass through your hands. And in exchange, I will ensure you never escape this studio. You are my property now." Locked in his golden cage, Wren thinks the worst thing waiting for her is a man who owns her talent. She is wrong. An anonymous text warns her to stay away from the Ashford family. A stranger presses a USB drive into her hand. And the lullaby her mother used to hum turns out to be the key to a vault of secrets, one that proves her parents were murdered by the very empire Caelan is about to inherit. He wants her melody. She wants the truth. And someone is watching them both from the shadows. When the grand stage becomes a courtroom, whose side will the CEO choose: his blood-stained legacy, or the silent girl who just burned his defenses to the ground?

She's been in love with him since she was fourteen years old, long before she understood what that meant. He was twenty-four, effortlessly perfect, and her older brother's best friend. He was never supposed to notice her. Story Calloway spent years learning how to want someone quietly. Then she turned eighteen, and quiet stopped being an option. Kingston Vale doesn't break his own rules. A Vale by name, the most disciplined man in the room, engagement ring already tucked into his suitcase for someone else — until his best friend's baby sister looks up at him with old eyes and a woman's body, and every rule he's ever lived by starts to crack. "Kingston?" I hear Story's voice call and I stop walking, feeling my entire body shiver. "Save me a dance?" She asks and I nod. I would do anything to shake the ground beneath her feet if I needed to. "Sure," I tell her before I walk out of the house, dialing Delphine's number. One dance turns into one secret. One secret turns into a summer neither of them can survive unscathed, not with her brother's trust on the line, not with the ring waiting for someone else, and not with the girl who broke Kingston's heart ten years ago about to walk back into his life wearing another man's diamond. Some secrets don't stay little. And some best friends don't forgive.

Marlowe Kestrel has already died once, burned through fever and finally a sword through the heart, driven there by the man the wasteland called the Demon King. Now she's twenty-four again, waking up exactly one hundred days before the apocalypse that will turn Dorian Wren into the monster who kills her. She remembers everything: the blood, the ruins, the way he said her name like an apology right before the blade went in. She swears she'll stay away from him, let the future happen exactly as it did, and save the only thing that matters: her family. Instead, she's the one pulling him out of a burning building. She's the one who notices the gold in his eyes and forgets, for one terrifying second, why she's supposed to hate him at all. "You look at me like I'm already dead." She doesn't have an answer for him — because in the life she remembers, he wasn't the one who died. He was the one who killed her. Now the future is changing faster than she can track it, and Marlowe has one hundred days to save the people she loves, outrun a collapse only she can see coming, and decide whether loving the man fate keeps handing her a second chance with is worth risking her life for — twice.