Lune doesn’t know much about his mystical birthright as a Compass-born, yet its promise of a life-mate cushions the long days and lonely nights. So he patiently waits, eager for when the compass will point him in the direction he must go.

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Touch-starved Narsus is a Verdigris—a highly toxic phoenix with poisonous feathers. To be Compass-born is a heartbreaking, torturous burden. So he hides away in heavy cloaks and a beaked mask to protect those around him.

 

When the compass calls, Narsus further ostracizes himself by sending a proxy to the marriage ceremony, for he no longer believes in love. Or destiny. 

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Hurt and embarrassed, Lune is determined to crack Narsus’s emotional armor. To show his Intended there’s always hope. But with the compasses counting down, can Lune convince Narsus to take a chance on love?