Ember was highly tired of the boring silence. Dawnshire had grown quiet as the dead of night, nothing but her fire crackling under the stars. Yet something pulled her forward tonight, down to the south by the proving grounds. The fields, her body carried her beautifully marked body to the meadow of glowing flowers. Was her soulmate tie . . . to be found here? Did she get a second chance after being paired up with that vile womans son?