His Name Was Stolen, Her Heart Was Next

Twenty-two-year-old Nalira Voss is the best name-weaver in Zephyria, but she hates the Festival of Names. While the city celebrates, she works alone in her workshop, fixing broken names for people who never say thank you. Names are just tools, not miracles. Then a stranger walks through her door with no name, no past, and no proof he even exists. His name is Kairos, or at least, that is what she calls him. He is the erased heir of the Aether Consortium, Zephyria’s most ruthless family. They stole his name and scattered it across dimensional temples. Without it, he is slowly disappearing from the world. "I don't need saving," he tells her. "Good," she says, reaching for her magic thread. "Because I don't save people. I just fix names." As Nalira hunts down his stolen name, she starts falling for the boy the world forgot. Then she learns the truth: speaking his name will erase her identity forever. Now she faces an impossible choice: save him and lose herself, or walk away and lose him forever. Some names are worth dying for. But is love worth erasing everything you are?