"He kissed me under the blood moon… and I died for the seventh time."
I opened my eyes, gasping like a drowning woman breaking through the surface of cursed waters. The scent of ash and roses filled my lungs...just like it had the last six times.
The curse had begun again.
My name is Elara Veyne, and this is my seventh life. Each time, I find him. Each time, I fall for him. And each time… he kisses me, then kills me.
Not by blade. Not by poison.
By fate.
In this life, I am seventeen. In this life, the kingdom calls me an orphan of war. But I remember every detail of the past six lives...his eyes, his voice, his betrayal.
And I remember the curse:
"When your lips meet, your breath will be stolen. When your hearts align, your soul shall bleed."
The witch who cursed us was long dead. But her magic lived in our veins like venom.
I stood up from the altar stone they always left me on, in the middle of the haunted woods. The same place I was always reborn. This time, the trees were blacker. The sky redder. The curse stronger.
But this time… I remembered everything.
And I would find him...not to fall in love.
But to make him remember.
Even if I have to make him fall in love with me all over again.
Even if I have to die a final time.
Or kill him first.