I prophesied Prince Damien's death, begged him not to attend his own coronation, and watched helplessly as my vision came true on blood-slicked marble steps. They branded me a murderer and threw me in a dungeon to rot. Now, as fever dreams drag me toward death's door, his brother—the new crown prince—pulls me back from the brink with an impossible offer. He wants me in his bed, at his side, using my cursed gift to protect him from the same fate. But I've seen how this story ends, and falling for a doomed prince twice would be the deadliest prophecy of all.