The Heir The Fae Forgot

A stolen crown awaits…if she can live long enough to claim it.

The Lord of the Wildness has finally gotten what he wants. He has Aurra in his grasp, and he’s going to do everything he can to keep her there.

She was warned not to trust Icarus—to fear him, even—but he’s the only fae willing to give her answers. She’s not afraid of him, but his powers are another thing entirely.

Shiel was right about that, at least.

The dark court is a place of mystery as much as it is danger, but at least it doesn’t try to hide what it is. The same can’t be said of the fae who rescued her.

Shiel lied to her. He spoke of a duty to the kingdom, but the only master he serves is himself. He’s one of the fae lords out to use her for his own gain, a ruthless warrior willing to do anything to secure the safety of his own court. She might be able to forgive him if he was willing to admit it. Maybe.

She made the mistake of trusting him once. She won’t make that mistake again.

Not with him. Not with anyone.

She’s survived worse than what this new world and its glamour can throw at her. These are courts of traitors, and if she’s going to survive amidst them, she’s going to have to be a traitor, too.

Even if that starts with betraying her own heart, the part of her these fae seem most determined to break first.