She wakes with no name. No memories. Only a collar burning into her spine and four strangers claiming her as theirs.They say she was chosen. That magic needs obedience. That pain will open her power. But Lyra Vale was never meant to be owned.Each of her Masters hungers for control-one with silence, one with sweetness, one with fire, one with shadows. But the deeper they break her, the more she begins to bend the rules. To twist the spells. To make desire her weapon.As her magic blooms in the dark, so does something far more dangerous-wanting them. Needing them. Ruling them.She was their apprentice.Now, she's their reckoning.And the world will burn before she kneels again.