When I ran away from home and entered the Academy of Interracial Relations, I relaxed, believing that my father would not get me here and that I was not in danger. But fate always makes its own adjustments. The tree associated with me has bloomed and, according to the laws of light, I will have to find a husband or agree with my father's choice. To get freedom, I made a bet with my parent: in two weeks I have to marry a dark one, whom, to put it mildly, I do not regret. But what you will not go for the sake of freedom, even for marriage with an opponent. Who could have thought that this would be the impetus for the troubles that fell after the dispute? I have to cope with the woke dark half inherited from the mother of succuba, learn about prophecy and survive betrayal. Will the feelings that have flared up to her husband withstand the difficulties that have arisen?