The Dark Fae Prince doesn’t ask permission to take me. He has desire, and the unchecked power to inflict it.
Renaud Gautier killed my mother—his best friend.
I killed his only son in revenge.
Now the sleeping Prince wakes and comes to claim me, the halfling his city scorns, as his Consort.
Our altar is drenched in blood, but if I fight, if I refuse, he will burn the city down.
Our war moves to the High Court where sanity unravels along with eons old secrets.
I am the Mad Dog of Faronne.
But to the ancient Prince, I am much, much more.
I lied to you. I schemed. I stole your identity and shrouded mine. I made you love me, and you don’t even know who I really am.
Murder is the least of the lines I will cross to cage you to my side. For this conflict between the Blue Rose and the Trident is nothing.
True war between Ancients looms with you, my soulbound halfling, at the epicenter.
Your destiny, 20,000 years in the making, rises as I remove your veil, and your true power blooms from the abyss where it waits to take you beyond my grasp.
But the Dark will not claim you. You are already mine.