Stolen

I thought I'd found a family. I thought I'd found freedom. But it seems I'm destined to always be someone's possession. I don't know if my found family is still even alive thanks to the chaos when I was stolen. And now I'm drowning in the overwhelming decadence of the fae sect of the syndicate. The more I learn about Robin's court, the more I question their motives. Maybe it all really was just pretty lies.

The fae are cold and terrible, but alluring in their own way. And they are willing to use a complex web of dizzying manipulation, mind tricks, and sweet words to get information about my abilities and the rebel court. I can't control my powers, and I don't know anything about Robin's plans. But telling them that seems more dangerous than playing their games. They've sent one of their kind to befriend me. But I won't fall for that trick again. Friends are a luxury you can't afford when everyone wants to use you for your magic.