“I need to save my sister.” —Zayne A necromancer holds the strings to my sister’s soul. By rescuing her, I’ll save the Shadow Court. I have a plan. It’s a longshot, but it is the best I have. I’ll draw the attention of undead Shades. The Shades, however, pursue someone else: Ayla, a beautiful fae I dismissed too quickly. Turns out, there’s something special about her—I just don’t know what it is. “Soon, I’ll be a stowaway.” —Ayla I’m on the run, fleeing to the Isles of Fae. As a part-fae bastard, I want to escape my past. Maybe I’ll...

“I need to save my sister.” —Zayne A necromancer holds the strings to my sister’s soul. By rescuing her, I’ll save the Shadow Court. I have a plan. It’s a longshot, but it is the best I have. I’ll draw the attention of undead Shades. The Shades, however, pursue someone else: Ayla, a beautiful fae I dismissed too quickly. Turns out, there’s something special about her—I just don’t know what it is. “Soon, I’ll be a stowaway.” —Ayla I’m on the run, fleeing to the Isles of Fae. As a part-fae bastard, I want to escape my past. Maybe I’ll learn the truth of my heritage or find the Firewolf I see in my visions. I’m going. And nothing can derail me—at least until Zayne ruins everything. Because of him, I am branded by Shades. Now a gray blemish grows on my chest. With time, it will bind my soul, kill me, and raise me as an undead. I didn’t escape just to be slain. Zayne has a remedy, one he will share—if we save his sister from a necromancer. My options are limited, and I join his quest. Only I have secrets, and I don’t trust him. Yet every time he heals my brand, he touches my bare skin. With his palm pressed to my heart, I’m drawn closer to him. There’s no denying the fire between us. Or the obstacles. As my brand and feelings grow, I realize escape was a terrible plan.