She betrayed him. He lied to her. Now fate forces them back into the same dangerous game. Seraya returns to Verthar Palace wearing a servant's disguise and carrying enough guilt to sink a ship. Months ago, she fled after Prince Jareth discovered the woman in his bed was a spy stealing his secrets. She used him. He deceived her about who she really was. They destroyed each other with equal precision. Coming back is reckless. Coming back is necessary. And coming back means risking everything-including her heart. Jareth haunts every corridor, his presence a constant threat to her cover and her composure. The man who once held her through the night now rules a kingdom on the brink of war, unaware his greatest enemy is three doors down scrubbing floors. She tells herself the ache in her chest is just guilt. The way her pulse races when she hears his voice is just fear of discovery. She's lying again. She's always been better at lying to him than to herself. The palace remembers traitors. Her heart remembers everything else. Can love survive when built on lies? Or will the truth destroy what betrayal couldn't?