Every ten years, twelve people were sacrificed to the Idols, twelve people who had power coursing through their veins. Every ten years, that is... until Emira was found. Seventeen-year-old Emira Solus had grown up her entire life believing she would become a Priestess of Night and Magic, like the priestesses who raised her. Despite having the eyes of an Idol, she believed she wasn't destined for greatness, like the other warriors in Constellatia, as she didn't possess ichor in her blood. It isn't until she meets a boy named Mateo, a boy with the eye of an Idol, does her world get turned completely upside down. He's a sacrifice, a sacrifice for the Tenth Year ritual. And he rejects his fate, a fate Emira so desperately wants herself. But, Mateo is the first person she had ever met who doesn't believe what the rest of Constellatia believes. He knows the truth about the Tenth Year ritual, and he can't let Emira have the same fate as him. A fate he suspects they share. But, Emira isn't a revolutionary. She believes in the Idols. And the Idols never lie.