Sutton Aldercott

When a seasonal avalanche traps them in the high sanctuary of Vzork Mountains, an operative who breaks into vaults to return stolen artifacts finds herself snowed in with the ruthless commander tasked with stopping her. The throne's line of succession was broken before the snow fell. Now, the sanctuary's isolated halls hide the only legitimate proof of inheritance. She intends to extract it for the rightful claimant; he is sworn to secure it for his faction. With the storm screaming outside, neither can escape. As supplies dwindle and the sanctuary's hidden traps demand unwilling cooperation, the two enemies must decide what is more dangerous: the lethal descent awaiting them in spring, or the escalating heat between them in the dark.

Neshtaran Ovaldar fixes problems for a living — the kind her family's trade business can't put its name to. When the Vessaran Court opens its gates to outsiders for the first time in a generation, she's the one sent through them, with eight days to deliver a contract, collect payment, and get out again before the gate seals for another lifetime.

She doesn't plan on staying. She doesn't plan on falling for the court's grim, gorgeous Kindler, the man sworn to tend the rare light that keeps Vessaran's halls warm — and that is quietly, beautifully consuming every noble who touches it too long. She doesn't plan on discovering that her own brother's secrets are already inside the walls with her, or that the court's careful peace is built on a rot everyone has agreed not to see.

By the time the gate closes, Nesh has to decide what her family's loyalty is actually worth — and what she's willing to become to keep the people she loves, on both sides of the wall, from disappearing.