
The faerie court is missing their queen. According to the two dark fae men that’re stalking me: I’m her. Only, I can’t be because I’m undead, raised by a necromancer to live in velvet shadows. The only way I can walk amongst the living? Glamour magic sustained by faerie blood. But with my blood donor dead, and a religious cult trying to kill me, I might actually have to accept help from the House of Gray and Graves, a fae court made up of human souls and madmen. My goals now are simple, but not easy: