To everyone who made it to this final page — thank you. Thank you for stepping into the dark with me. For walking through the forest beside Thea, for holding your breath when she did, for trusting Silas even when he didn't trust himself, and for allowing this story to weave itself around your heart the way it wove itself around mine. This book was born from late-night thoughts, from folklore and fear, from softness and rage, and from the belief that love — real love — survives even the ugliest magic. Writing it was both a haunting and a healing, and I'm grateful beyond words that you chose to take this journey with these characters. If their story stayed with you... if it made you feel something, ache for something, or see yourself in ways you didn't expect... then I have done what I se

