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Twelve years ago, our fates were sealed with a kiss. We are all, for better or worse, doomed to love each other until death do us part. My heart belongs to Proserpina and St. Sebastian�even if he no longer wants it. Even if she has left it behind to follow him. Delphine�s fled back home, and Becket�s holy calling is in peril. And now only Rebecca and I remain at Thornchapel to face the unknown. The door is open. The door that shouldn�t exist; the door that people have died to close. I don�t feel like the lord of the manor. I don�t feel like a king or a wild god. I am a friend and a boyfriend and a brother�and a failure at being all of these things. But the door doesn�t care about my guilt. It only cares about the sacrifice I�ll make to close it. As the bruising dark of Samhain approaches, so does the fate of our circle, of Thornchapel and the village and the valley beyond it. And I must don the crown, because one thing is still true, even if I must face it alone. Here at Thornchapel, the kings must go to the door. Here at Thornchapel, all kings must die.