When my home in the city dome is burned to the ground, I retreat to my Dragon Lord boyfriend's territory where he’s been keeping my little half-brother Omari safe. I need a moment to regroup and catch my breath in the aftermath of dear old dad Emberich's multiple attempts on my life. I figure I deserve a break, right? But then a phoenix shifter from King Emberich's court shows up and wants me to be involved in a coup. Apparently, I'm one of the only blood successors, someone with a legitimate claim to the throne. If I'm the best they've got, they're in trouble. I’ve got too much mixed blood and I don't fit in anywhere—not in a city dome with humans, not among the dragons, and certainly not with the phoenixes. But maybe this is the only way to get Emberich off my back. And, more importantly, the only way to protect Omari. Hey, maybe my dragon shifter grandmother, Queen Cinira, could help. The only thing I know for sure is that I'm in way over my head. And I'm only sinking deeper.